Eat some wittle twees wit me
I woke early one morning,
The earth lay cool and still.
When suddenly a tiny bird,
Perch on my window sill.
He sang a song so lovelt,
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 softly of my bed.
And gently lowered the window,
And crushed his fucking head.
The earth lay cool and still.
When suddenly a tiny bird,
Perch on my window sill.
He sang a song so lovelt,
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 softly of my bed.
And gently lowered the window,
And crushed his fucking head.
