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 trouble
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
And loudly slammed the window down
And crushed his fucking head
I'm just not a morning person
(c) not me
