good morning

I woke early one morning, the earth lay cool and still,
when suddenly a bird perched on my window sill,
he sang a song so lovely, so carefree and so gay,
that all my troubles began to slip away
He sang of far off places, of laughter and of fun,
it seemed his very chirping brought up the morning sun,
I stirred beneath the covers and crept slowly out of bed,
and gently shut the window and…. crushed his f***ing head,
I’m not a morning person :!: