Night Sounds
Florida night sounds seem to be
like a miniature symphony.
Crickets are the first to jump in
playing their screachy violins.
Whip-or-will, whip-or-will, whip-or-will,
how lovely is thy piccolo trill.
Ribit, ribit says the frog
making his chello sound from a log.
And the occasional cow makes a deep moo,
the bass sound being all he can do.
The wind blowing through the pines
sounds exactly like symphony chimes.
It's wonderful to go to sleep at night,
to Florida's symphonic delight.
like a miniature symphony.
Crickets are the first to jump in
playing their screachy violins.
Whip-or-will, whip-or-will, whip-or-will,
how lovely is thy piccolo trill.
Ribit, ribit says the frog
making his chello sound from a log.
And the occasional cow makes a deep moo,
the bass sound being all he can do.
The wind blowing through the pines
sounds exactly like symphony chimes.
It's wonderful to go to sleep at night,
to Florida's symphonic delight.
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