Ayes

Listen to the Warbler He breezes the Wind,

the sing of the Song of all ready in Hymn,

a lyrical spree of verbose in his lead,

a whistle to wetting the beacon of Reads!!

Spread across Nature the simplest tree,

housing the branches of sprigs in a be,

wrapping the tunes of cheering the deed,

volumes of must show in the trusts.

Shaking out frigid returning just glee,

makings of wonder in ever a breathe,

lungs of imagine the tongues of the streak,

like silver in lightening the lance of a mead.

Drinking in measure of only a spring,

the collective of ringing a day has it's steed,

a chord to the Note of grand in a soak,

as treasures are often buried in bloats.  

To Safe with a Loc of ready in broughts,

the quill of the key to types that will knock,

twice says the Riddle in value of hoots,

the Owl is the Eddy of Goose in a Taught.

Spare knot the broader for Professors of spot,

the stirrups are set to equal the trot,

but off to the Gallop of the Horse in great beats,

the rhythm of rhyming a gargantuan Lot.