A gray with black and white bird, do
sing
High upon your pentacle
Your screech is ringing
I guess, for your mate you call
At dawn my head is pounding
My sleep was like a fight
My head does not like your singing
Please, don't mock with such might I wirily come home for sleeping
My head so comfy hits the pillow
At that moment you start your tweeting
The window won't keep out your billow All day and night your chirping
You never take time to stop
For a day you seem to be resting
I'm hoping your vocal cords did pop You think your song is calling
You only say what you hear
Other birds sweetly sing
Your first spring noise is hard on the ear The Raven your eggs he likes eating
You screech and attack him fiercely
It is so funny to see him flying
You are a small speck chasing him fearlessly The cat slinks sulkily his tail twitching
You aim for the base of his tail
Your air antics are as swift as your pecking
The cat would love to catch you but he does fail Some say your song has a sweet
ring
I think they have heard you from afar
You do copy others that sweetly sing
Your erratic copycat song is only similar
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