On Friday, May 9, 1997 at 2:00:00 AM UTC-5, Hugh Williamson wrote:   
   > Does anyone know the poem about the bird on the window sill which    
   > ends   
   >    
   >    
   > "so I gently closed my window...and crushed it's little skull"   
      
   One morning I could hardly wait to gazed out my window and look at my estate,   
   my eyes fell upon a little bird with a beautiful yellow bill.  I beckoned him   
   to come and lite upon my sill.  I smiled at him so cheerfully and gave him a   
   crust of bread, then    
   quickly closed the window and crushed his f**king head.   
      
   This I heard in 1969 and remembered it this way.   
      
   --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05   
    * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)