As I awoke this morning,
When all things sweet are born,
A robin perched upon my sill
To hail a happy morn.
He looked so young and fragile,
So sweetly did he sing,
That thoughts of joy and happiness
Into my heart did spring.
I smiled discreetly to myself
As I paused beside my bed,
Then quickly brought the window down,
And smashed his little head!
When all things sweet are born,
A robin perched upon my sill
To hail a happy morn.
He looked so young and fragile,
So sweetly did he sing,
That thoughts of joy and happiness
Into my heart did spring.
I smiled discreetly to myself
As I paused beside my bed,
Then quickly brought the window down,
And smashed his little head!
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