The Bird
I love to hear the little bird Into song by morning stirred. Provided that he doesn't sing Before my own awakening. A bird that wakes a fellow up, Should have been a buttercup.
Samuel Hoffenstein
I love to hear the little bird Into song by morning stirred. Provided that he doesn't sing Before my own awakening. A bird that wakes a fellow up, Should have been a buttercup.
Samuel Hoffenstein’s little verse plays with a very relatable kind of crankiness. The speaker begins by declaring that he loves hearing a bird sing in the morning—but then he adds one condition: the bird had better not be the reason he is awake. If it interrupts his sleep, the bird loses all charm.
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