They sing and sway, they chirp,
All I want is a peaceful walk to my door.
Those damn birds.
Days are longer now,
Saving daylight and stretching hours,
Fools that believe this means more life.
Those damn birds.
I just want sleep,
I left them all behind, the few that stayed,
They were having more fun than I.
Those damn birds.
Remember when you spoke?
Better yet, remember when I listened?
It's all I could've wanted.
Those damn birds.
They don't know the half,
They're so lovely and whimsical,
They make music just by being.
Those damn birds.
Somehow they have this gift,
They don't worry or wonder or think,
They're simply beautiful.
Those damn birds.
Their secret is no secret,
It's what they are and how they were made,
And it's just perfect.
Those damn birds.
Sing me to sleep,
Tonight while I toss and turn and try,
I'll accept the noise that they make.
Those damn birds.
It's their time now,
How dare I interfere with a schedule, a routine,
A natural order of things.
Those damn birds.
Really it's just envy,
How they hop and stir and sweetly mumble,
They speak to only those listening ,
They don't cater,
There's no bargain,
There's no doubt,
They just are,
Happy to do so,
Or not,
Sounds happy .
Those lovely birds.
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