A Happy Song

I have a cousin named Emily,
Whose dark hair is so long
And her big brown eyes are happy,
Singing a happy song.

Yes, a happy song,
Which isn't sang with words,
They're hums and tunes and melodies
Of thousands of singing birds.

The happy song can not be stopped,
Even when it hurts,
The happy song can not be stopped,
'Cuz that's when it exerts.

The happy song can never be lost,
Nothing can tear it apart,
There's only one place you can keep it,
That place is in your heart.

poem by Linda Claire
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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