Meadow Serenade George Gershwin

(Verse 1)
[TIMOTHY]
Though my voice is just a singsong
I must burst into a spring song
Hey nonny nonny piminy miminy mo
Fondest memories seem to waken
To my boyhood days I'm taken
Hey nonny nonny piminy miminy mo
In that dearest section
Of my recollection
Back to fields of clover I'm conveyed
In that charming locale
Nature must get focal
Listen to that meadow serenade

(Chorus)
[TIMOTHY]
I hear the rustle of the trees
From the nearby thicket
Where the oriole is calling
And the bobolink is falling
For his mate

I hear the sighing of the breeze
And the chirping cricket
Where the whippoorwill is wooing
And the katydid is cooing
To his Kate