Ode to a Robin

Sorry 'bout this, but I just had a flashback to 1958 (or so) when I first heard this and found it hilarious ...

Ode to a Robin
As I awoke one morning
I heard a robin trill
A sound so bright and cheery
Upon my window sill

What merry bursts of melody
This tiny creature chirped
A sound to ease the tragedies
Of life’s unending work

As I listened silently
A thought then crossed my mind
What kind of world would this world be
Without that voice divine?

With merry notes piercing my brain
My thoughts from sleep still dull
I gently lowered the windowpane
And crushed his little skull

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