I suppose it was early morning
The earth lay cool and still
Suddenly a tiny bird
Perched upon my window sill
It sang so lovely
So carefree and so gay
That slowly all my troubles
Began to slip away
It seemed that the bird’s very song
Brought out the morning sun
I pulled back the covers
And crept slowly out of bed
Gently shutting the window
Farewell I bid
I’m not quite a morning person !
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