As I woke one morning,
When all sweet things are born,
A robin perched upon my sill,
To signal the coming morn,
He was so sweet and gentle,
As softly he did sing,
Sweet thought of love and happiness,
Into my heart did spring,
He sang his song so gently,
Then as he paused a lull,
I swiftly closed the window,
And crushed his fucking skull.

anon

Dave H