THE RHYME OF THE GRAY CANARY
There once was a yellow Canary,
Who often flew through places quite scary.
Some were dark and some were cold,
But still this bird was rather bold.
Without a fear, just will and might,
He mustered courage and took flight.
Down the depths of the tunneling mine,
He flew and flew; what did he find?
Danger lurked in every crook and crevice,
And worse, the air could be quite venomous.
Down he would go to test the air,
And on his journey, he found it quite fair,
So up he’d ascend through the crooked tunnels,
Under ceilings supported by columns and trunnels,
And when he’d arrive to the ground above,
The miners would cheer, a sign greater than a dove:
For all knew the air to be quite merry,
As the yellow bird returned: The Gray Canary.
The Gray Canary 