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Ah… the Labour Day Holiday today…
I woke up this 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 drowsiness
Began to slip away
He sang of far off places
Of laughter and of fun
It seemed his very thrilling
Brought up the morning sun
I stirred beneath the covers
Crept slowly out of bed
The gently shut the window
And crushed his fucking head
I’m so not a morning person
I woke up this 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 drowsiness
Began to slip away
He sang of far off places
Of laughter and of fun
It seemed his very thrilling
Brought up the morning sun
I stirred beneath the covers
Crept slowly out of bed
The gently shut the window
And crushed his fucking head
I’m so not a morning person