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Sunday Morning

There's a bird outside my window
That must have had a bad night
'Cos its been singing loudly
Since the crack of dawn light
I wouldn't care if it was cheerful
But its such awful dirge
That in all honesty its
Giving me the urge
By heck
To wring its neck

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Sunday Morning