As I awoke this morning,
When all sweet things were born,
A robin perched on my sill,
To signal the coming morn.
The bird was fragile, young and gay
So sweetly did it sing,
That thoughts of joy and happiness
Into my heart did spring.
It hummed a lovely song so softly
And paused for a moments lull
I gently pulled the window down
And crushed it’s fucking skull!