THE TINY BIRD
I woke early this morning
The earth lay cool and still
When suddenly a tiny bird
Perched on my window sill....
He sang a song so sweetly
So simple and so gay
And 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 slipped beneath the covers
Crept slowly out of bed
And slammed down HARD the window pane
AND CRUSHED HIS STINKIN' HEAD.....................
I am not a morning person............
Seajay the sailor man....
I just love a pretty poem...... Don't you?
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