Morning bluebird

i woke early one morning

the earth lay cool and still

when suddenly i tiny bird flew to my windowsill

It sang a song so lovely

so carefree and so gay

that all my worldly troubles seemed to slip away

It sang of far off places

of laughter and of fun

it seemed its very trilling brought up the morning sun.

So I stirred beneath the covers

Crept slowly out of bed,

and then I shut the window to crush it fucking head.