It's a perfect day.  

The sun is toasty

From a cloudless sky.  

There's a gentle breeze.  

Birds of many kinds,

Including owls,*

And insects and planes,

Add sounds from all sides.  

Sprinkled in are the faint

Strains of Felix's classics.  

My pen, my pad, and my books,

They're here by my side

On the leaf‑covered ground.  

I've all I need.  Bye.    

* P.S.  As I'm typing this in,

Two and a half years later,

This silly song is on the Vassar station

About some guy who they call "The Wrecking Ball,"

And as I'm typing these two lines in he says

"The roosters and the hens and all their feathered friends"...