Gershwin on my mind...

I hear the rustle of the leaves
And the chirping crickets
Where the oriole is calling
and the bobolink is falling
for his mate

I hear the sighing of the breeze in the nearby thickets
Where the whippoorwill is wooing
and the katydid is cooing
to his Kate

And I can hear the cowbell chorus that's now being played
Hummingbirds humming for us
Deep in the glade
There's music in the air and my thoughts are winging
Where the spring is ever springing
That meadow serenade

( Pastorale )

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Grrr...Chuck is so talented but he's SUCH A FLAKE. I've been trading calls with him this week to try to nail down a time to meet so I can work on my stuff for that Iolanthe audition and he has only called back once. It's annoying as hell. He mentioned Saturday at 4:00, which I can't do but I said 6:00 would be good--two days ago. It's now Friday. Which means tomorrow is Saturday. PICK UP THE PHONE AND CALL ME.