I love the birds
   That come and play
Outside the room
    Where I sometimes stay.

There’s birds that sing
    And birds that squawk
There’s birds that tweet
   And birds that chirp
There’s even birds
    That sometimes talk.

There’s birds that hoot
    And birds that caw
There’s birds that cluck
    And birds that whistle
To name a few
    There’s many more.

Like birds that quack
    And birds that crow
And birds that chatter
    And birds that cheep
I sure there’s more
    That I don’t know.

But when they start
    At break of day
I wish those damn birds
    Would go away.