The Dawn Chorus - Poem by Bob Gibson
Its four o'clock, two hours till dawn
Snuggled in bed, I'm cozy and warm
then a bird begins its song
Has it got its timing wrong?
Cheep cheep cheep, whistle, chirp
I'm trying to sleep you little twerp!
Go sing in the forest and find your mate
For once i want to sleep till late
Why are you singing so loud today?
Is it because your mate has flown away?
Is your song happy? or is it sad?
She's flown the coup, you don't seem mad!
So i sit here this early morn
While you are singing in the dawn
Tweet tweet tweet your mates returned
She's come home to roost, her love was spurned!
Maybe tomorrow you might be glum
Will you be singing then old chum?
Sat on a twig, head under your wing
Getting told off! you poor old thing
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