The Yellow Bird   
      
   The sun was shining brightly   
   And i could hardly wait   
   To raise my breakfast window   
   And gaze upon God’s glorious estate   
      
   The breeze was blowing gently   
   It made the flowers sway   
   All nature was enchanting   
   On this magical day   
      
   I spied a little yellow bird   
   With a tender yellow bill    
   I beckoned him to come and light   
   Upon my window sill   
      
   He sang me songs so cheerfully   
   As I fed him crusts of bread   
   Then I quickly closed the window   
   And smashed his fucking head   
      
   NOTE   
      
   I memorized this poem about 40 years ago, which had been given to me one day   
   by my younger brother's friend, so I cannot credit the author or site the   
   original source.    
      
   Then about 35 years ago (1982) I came across a similar, almost identical,   
   version of this poem that mentioned it had originally been written by a woman   
   in the 1920's or 1940's (the style did seem to reflect that era).    
      
   That's kind of vague, but that's all I have.   
      
   --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05   
    * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)