Have I had a dream...
Shall I have a dream...
Of a tender dove
Of a bluish dove
It is pecking grain
So amusingly
Cooing quietly
Striking with a wing
But in a closer look
When you reach to look
It is cripple dove -
Just one leg it has
It is hoping round
Hoping round and round
For a tiny core
For a poppy see

INVIA LE CORREZIONI