Mr. Mourning Dove:
Mourning Dove's Mate:
"Come fly with me, oh love of mine
Let's perch upon a power line
Don't be shy - no need to hide
The earth - the sky - we'll gaze far and wide
I'll coo to you, gently, my love, without
We'll let everyone know we're the State Bird of Peace
Morning and Evening, we'll soothe every
As we offer our songs, without worry or fear."
© 2003 Lorraine M.