The singing sign sang a satisfied song under the subsiding sun
Stricken with symphonic psalm of the splendid sitting orb
Surrounded by the sounds and styles of the superb stunning isle
That it sat upon with sleek and shining sides of wonder
It sang its silly heart out with a saintly metaphoric smile
When the sun was straight behind the unsought stretch of land
There seemed a sundering of spirit in the singing sign
The sign just sighed and stayed a while in the somber sinking night
But when the sun did spring again the sign did sing with joy
So here’s the moral of this story about a sign that sang,
Be joyful and be jubilant, because the fun will come again.