Sometimes I hum out of tune.
Sometimes, I tunefully sing a song o' sixpence.
I chirp like a beautiful nightingale
and my words are punctuated
with laughter and gurgles...
sometimes, they are dipped in sorrow
and convey that I am down in the pits of hell,
My hummings, my dear friends,
you have all heard
you have all appreciated.
Even the few words I get in response,
I feel pleased.
I coo in pleasure.
You guys have all kept my words pouring.
I appreciate!