Our Paraphrasing Project

A Trio of Tiny Tweeters

Don’t be anxious, about random stuff

Cos’ all the minute stuff is going to be satisfactory.

Rose at dawn, beamed with the ascending star

A trio of tiny tweeters, perched on the patio,

Singing delightful tunes, of rhythms sanitised and real,

Chuckling, “This is my tweet to you oo, oo!”