Silly Again

The nights of the Nightengales
also sing off key
They too are bored and lonely
of doing imitations of poor me
so feather up the sack bed
so unlimb the backyard tree
so listen to soul music
and answer yes to the big SHE
for if I had my druthers
I'd swim out to sea
and make all the dophins
report home at three
yes laughter still reigns
with hardly any fee
so practice up your gold swing
and we'll meet on the first tee