I woke early one morning
the earth lay cool & still
when suddenly a tiny bird
perched on my windowsill
he sang a song so lovely
so carefree & so gay.
that slowly all my troubles
began to slip away.
he sang of far off places
of laughter & of fun
it seemed his very trilling
brought up the morning sun
i stirred beneath the covers
crept beneath the covers
crept slowly out of bed.
& gently shut the window
the earth lay cool & still
when suddenly a tiny bird
perched on my windowsill
he sang a song so lovely
so carefree & so gay.
that slowly all my troubles
began to slip away.
he sang of far off places
of laughter & of fun
it seemed his very trilling
brought up the morning sun
i stirred beneath the covers
crept beneath the covers
crept slowly out of bed.
& gently shut the window
& crushed his "wittle head .
i m not a morning person !
i m not a morning person !
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