On a warm summers dawn,
Heard little birdie whistle.
Wonder if he's happy,
Or did he sit upon a thistle.

Maybe that was the screech,
Heard from a bigger bird.
Remembering what father said,
As he jumped out of bed.

When he was suddenly woken,
To the dawn chorus of the birds.
He opened the window wide,
Although this sounds absurd.

As though he was a Sargent major
He'd bellowed shut up,
To our feathered friends.
Then slammed the window shut.