Marvin Mocking is a bird that is very happy who loves to sing
When Marvins feeling low, he will sing about almost anything
He sings high or he sings lowany season is a reason to sing
When the suns behind a cloud, this is a reason to celebrate
When hes alone or with someone, he sings, even on a date
While there are others with dark and dour faces who hate
Whose principles look for any reason to scowl and frown
These unhappy ones seek any reason to be low-down
Who thinks this is the way life is supposed to be
In my life I would prefer to hear a happy song
Rather than walk with my chin on the ground
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George Wm. Weber, born in Chicago, September 26, 1927. I have a younger brother, Tom. I was married to my first wife at the age of seventeen. We had eight children. Our first child died soon after being born. I have four grandchildren, and a great-grandchild, with another due later this year. I started to write when my wife became ill, and after a bit, I joined a couple of poetry clubs where we read our poems and discussed them with each other. My wife passed away on December 26, 1997. I was alone for four years before seeking a new companion who, after a bit, became my wife and companion. I continued to write, and one day I wrote a child’s tale that is the story of a cricket, lizard, and mockingbird. I continue to write what I call poetry, and that’s me!