Singing Birds comical poem by Angela Lansbury version 1
I have a box with a singing bird clock
I played it a whole day, then it was stopped
I thought it was cute, hourly birds tweeting
My spouse said it spoiled his online meeting
He said, 'Look - this annoying sound must stop!'
He silenced my birds, alas, that was that
Back in its box went my new singing clock
In our house my husband prowls like a cat
I heard a real bird, one early morning
Sound like a doorbell or a phone ringing
Like an alarm clock call joyful dawning
Or did that early bird sing code warning?
I listened, astonished, what could it be?
It woke me up twice, it gave me two turns
Who was it calling? Surely not for me
Early birds tap beaks, like rain, to lure worms
I love to hear birds tweeting, singing greeting
Calling, unseen, from the top of the block
Like a friend calling through the letterbox
But please, mr birdie, not at five o’clock!
One little bird has woken the others
Calling all, join my loud, cawing chorus
Each bird has fathers, mothers, sisters, brothers
Tweets and squeaks interrupt, annoy, paw us
I could shoot the nearest one, wave a gun
Like vine-grower's scarecrows, get arrested
My water pistol might miss and kill someone
Because my aim has, not yet, been tested
We’ve seen bin thefts tossed by a fox, and rat
Suddenly there’s silence, a prowling cat
Cute cats scratch babies, spray smells on roses
Tenants fixed repellent, I’m pleased at that.
I‘m sure you have heard that kittens like birds
Cats love birds, for their lunch or their dinner
If you banish cats, birds’ song will be heard
Old, bold birds sing praise, hymns, you're their saviour!
-Ends-
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