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 chirping brought up the morning sun.
I stirred beneath the covers, crept slowly out of bed
And gently shut the window and crushed his ****king head.
(I am not a morning person.)