Rum-di-tum-hey! It’s a beautiful day!
See the birds taking wing on the breeze!
See the sun stare from high with his solitaire eye
Over meadows and creek beds and trees.
Hey-rumpty-drum! Here the wet west wind comes,
With it stormclouds and soggy-soaked skies.
Quick! Shelter from harm where it’s cozy and warm,
While the thunderclaps clamor outside.
Rum-dumter-ee! Makes no matter to me!
Whether cloudburst or sun’s shining ray,
I’ve got breath in me lungs, and whatever may comes,
Still I’ll say, ‘It’s a beautiful day!’
© 2020 Josh Bishop
Josh Bishop Writes 