wackyjacky12
2007-07-20 05:43:51 UTC
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 away places..
Of laughter @of fun,it seemed his very chirping brought
up the morning sun..
I stirred beneath the covers crep slowely out of bed .
And gently shut the window @ crushed his f- - - -in head
I'm not a morning person