How Many Songs Can a Mocking Bird Sing ?

Day and night, my ears are ringing, Never does that bird stop singing. There just HAS to be more than one, A second takes over, when the first is done. I know that hate's a nasty word, Nature is a glorious wonder, though, when it comes to mocking birds, God made his worst, big blunder. I have to close my door at night, I put on ear muffs, what a sight. He doesn't care, it slows him not, he ramps it up, gives it all he's got. I'll take the city with all it's clatter. Give me murder, give me mayhem, steal my money, take my gems. choose your torture, it won't matter, Just save me from that damned mocking bird's chatter. * None of our feathered friends were hurt during the writing of this poem....yet !