I woke early one morning
The earth lay cool and still
When suddenly a tiny bird
Pearched on my window sill
He sang a song so lovely
So carefree na so gay
That slowely 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 slowely out of bed
Then gently shut the window
And crushed his fcuking head
I'M NOT A MORNING PERSON!!!
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