• I think that I shall never love
    A poem lovely as a dove
    A dove that glides through the fresh air
    The fresh air that God and it shares
    A dove who flies so very high
    And lifts its fluffy wings to fly
    A dove that is white with some gray
    Who blends in with the cloudy day
    The dove with its beautiful song
    Brings wonderful joy all day long
    Poems are made by fools like me
    But only a dove can fly free


    This is a parody of "Trees" by Joyce Kilmer