as i awoke this morning
when all good things are born
a robin perched on my sill
to hail a happy morn

he was so young and fragile
and sweetly did he sing
and thought of joy and happiness
into my heart did spring

i smiled so sweetly to myself
as i paused beside my bed
i slowly brought the window down
and squashed his tiny head

or...

i slowly pulled out my air riffle
and blew off his head



I know totally uncalled for nastiness...

[Edited on 6/1/07 by macnab]