CLUB ESPANGLISH

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A POEM

THE MORNING SONG ... FOR NON-MORNING PEOPLE

 

I woke early in the morning,

The earth lay cool and still,

When suddenly a tiny bird

Perched on my window sill.

 

He sang a song so lovely,

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 singing,

Brought up the morning sun.

 

I stirred beneath the covers,

Crept slowly out of bed,

And quickly lowered the window

And crushed his * * head.

 

THIS IS AMERICAN HUMOUR!