It's four o'clock in the morning
It's still pitch black outside
And the cute little male robin
Is serenading his bride!
It's really cute and sweet and stuff
But if I only had a gun
I'd blast that frigging robin
Right off to kingdom come!
Doesn't this sweet young birdie know
I'm not finished my beauty sleep
Sure like to wring his scrawny neck
So he couldn't let out a peep!
At risk of sounding a wee bit cruel
I'll bake up some robin pie
Garnished with a swallow's beaks
And feathers piled on high!
There should be a law to allow us
To end their sweet serenade
To permit us to cook them in a stew
After letting them marinate!
© Jack Ellison 2013