This morning I heard a very loud bird

   Chirrup!  Chee!  Chee! 

   at half-past three.

 

I wanted to sleep but just couldn't keep

   out the noise

   of that cheer-i-o voice.

 

Then I had to admit (in spite of my snit)

   that the damn perky bird

   would have the last word.

 

So I settled my ire and began to admire

   such insistance to share

   this twittering flair.

 

I pulled up the blind and, of course, couldn't find

   feathers so wee

   in the thick holly tree.

 

I blew out a kiss which I know didn't miss

   and jumped back in bed

   with a sock on my head.

 

It WAS, after all,

       only three-thirty

                ........... and FROSTY!