I woke early one morning,
The Earth lay cool & still.
When suddenly, a tiny bird
Perched on my window-sill.
He sang a song so lovely
So carefree & so gay,
That slowly all my troubles
Began to slip away.
He sang of far-off places,
Of laughter & of fun,
It seemed his very chirping,
Brought up the morning sun.
I stirred beneath the covers,
Crept slowly out of bed,
And gently shut the window,
And crushed his bloody head.

I’m NOT a morning person!

Harry

Oh, so sad.

I'm the original morning person! :p

Oh, so sad.

I'm the original morning person! :p
Yup, he was there on the 8th morning :D :D

Yup, he was there on the 8th morning :D :D

Not quite true, he was there before the first day, from what I hear from reliable sources. :p :D :D

Helped divide the dark from the light! :p