I saw the geese this morning,
Through my window pane,
The reason there’s a river,
Is because of all the rain.

The noise in the morning,
Is like a dog’s old bark,
You’ll never see these geese,
Inside our Central Park.

What a picture they all are,
In their own way they’ve become a star,
With ease and grace they swim along,
While I am singing a Christian song.

Bless you Lord for all these birds,
They give me greatest joy,
I’ve even taken their photos,
Could be a girl or could be a boy.

They wake me up at 7.15,
An alarm clock I don’t need,
By 8 o’ clock I’m washed, I’m dressed,
My body just to feed.