Zywa Hopperthepop

I hear my own voice
it echoes where I live
in the lap of the mountains

I can clump, I can swing
I can jump, I can sing
out loud to you

Hip hip hipperthepip
hop hop hopperthepop
lovelylovelylottelot

Are you coming knockertheknock
for another clickertheclack
with me this afternoon?

Hip hip hipperthepip
hop hop hopperthepop
lovelylovelylottelot

We clump and we jump
we swing and we sing
hopperthepop, hop, hop

Poem 3399
Amsterdam, 2021-01-24

Collection: Summer birds 
Keyword: Playing: 
Dedicated to: Lotte W 
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