Why am i awake at,

a quarter past three?.

I,ll tell you why,

its the bird in the tree.

Flapping around,

and endless squawking.

Chatting away,

with neighbours talking.

Please be quiet,

why can’t you be?.

Maybe move onto,

another tree?.

Can’t your singing,

have no sound?.

At the very least,

when i,m around.

Don’t get me wrong,

i love your voice.

But not when there isn’t,

any choice.

Oh little bird,

up in the tree.

Won’t you please be quiet,

just for me?.