Singing in the dark, coul it be a shark?
Glee in the wee amber morn spree.
Melody of harmony drift upon my ears and charm me.
Tunes seems a loon to adore me.
Vibration in the vocals vanishes tribulations.
Croned chorus far from ridiculous.
Loving lullaby lifts the loonies.
Echo a shanty in the pantry.
Dance to a ditty get down to the nitty gritty.
Spin a chorale illuminate the crowd .
Bellow out the blues to beccon you.