What if we all woke up one day,
And couldn’t think of things to say.
The World would be a quiet place,
With silence stretching into space.
We’d look at one another confused,
Or maybe just a bit amused.
What if, as well, the birds could talk:
Flowing prose, instead of squawks.
They’d have so many things to say,
If they had voices for a day.
As we struggled for some words,
We’d cast our eyes upon the birds,
Exchanging tales and idle chatter,
Whilst we had lost the urge to natter.
It might be nice, for just one day
To hear what bird-life had to say;
And not to say a word aloud
But just allow the thoughts to crowd
Our heads, whilst voices stayed on mute
A sure way to avoid disputes.
The birds might find that fairly soon
They’d prefer just to preen and croon,
Whilst such a strange, unusual day
Would leave us with a lot to say.