Sweet Songbird,

You make me want to sing.

You make me want to learn the guitar, rock out, toss my hair, stamp my feet, and belt out a bluesy ditty of my own creation.

Unfortunately, I am no songbird – not like you. My voice is a watered down Julie Andrews while your voice is Joplin, Slick, and Plant.

I am green with envy, but oh so delighted by you!