HA-TALHI-YAZZIE the small singer

i used to think YAH-A-DA-HAL-YON-IH.
but then! gone! what a git
wait for it, and so i sit.
Fate throws me JISH-CHA
and this funny little devil
in his toils i spose i'll revel
so i sit a lil longer
and i ponder and i yawn-dur
not for the faint of heart
our movements, works of art
till i hear the word
from that little peppered bird
i scoff and i cough
i yell loudly, bugger off!
on a hunt for Navinchandra
where it's best to safely wander
into things and things knee deep
wondering if it's mine to keep
or for trade, 3 cards for 1
i won't sleep until it's done!
what's that over there?
do i dare?
who do i see?
a reflection; it's just me!
smiling and lookin fine
and my doctor's sippin wine!
but tomorrow
where will i be?
not like Wilde, in a tree?
i'm sure you'll all agree
(and you don't need your degree)
to understand
that you shouldn't land
or even fence
unless you are quite dense!
a Viola tricolor hortensis:
who's achieved a national consensus
for the best molassis kisses
reserved only for his missus
i fear a fellow too mellow
or a daisy of velvety yellow
because the fall will always come
and you're back to the principal sum
plus or minus a bottle of rum