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.