The Morning Song.... for Non-Morning People

I woke early one morning,

The earth lay cool and still

When suddenly a tiny bird

Perched on my window sill.

He sang a song so lovely,

So carefree and so gay,

That slowly all my troubles

Began to slip away.

He sang of far off places,

Of laughter and of fun,

It seemed his very trilling,

brought up the morning sun.

I stirred beneath the covers,

Crept slowly out of bed,

I gently lowered the window

And crushed his stupid head.

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