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Robert L Bass
- Jan 1, 1970
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I woke early one morning
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 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 slowly out of bed.
The gently shut the window
And crushed his @#$%ing head
I'm not a morning person.
-- Author unknown
The earth lay cool and still.
When suddenly a tiny bird
Perched on my window sill.
He sang a song so lovely,
So carefree and so gay,
That slowly all my troubles
Began to slip away.
He sang of far off places
Of laughter and of fun.
It seemed his very trilling
Brought up the morning sun.
I stirred beneath the covers,
Crept slowly out of bed.
The gently shut the window
And crushed his @#$%ing head
I'm not a morning person.
-- Author unknown