Again cute...it reminds me of one my big sis taught me. Its callled "morning poem" and goes like this ...........I woke early one morning , the earth lay cool and still . When suddenly a tiny bird , perched on my windowsill. He sang a song so lovely , so carefree and so gay , that slowly all my troubles began to slip away. He sang of far off places , of laughter and of fun. It seemed his very trilling ,brought up the morning sun. I stirred beneath the covers , crept slowly out of bed , then quickly slammed the window shut , and crushed his fucking head.....Im not a morning person! Different yet So similar to your little poem. :)