“Nature – Bah Humbug!”
Hear the little bird sing his song?
He never misses a beat, with the gong.
Every morning, he plays his rotten tune,
His tune never lets me sleep until noon.
Sometimes I wish he would go astray;
And never come again, my way.
It sure would be nice to sleep till noon;
Why, because I’m a tired old grumpy goon.
Welcome to Cozy Poetry Corner by Debra Winter (Debbie) 
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