I love the music
Barn Swallows make...
It’s usually in the morning
Before I awake...

Their sound is so piercing
Like a police car siren...
When they get with their siblings
Together, all commence to cryin’...

Their tummies are hungry...
Their voices are strong...
But sometimes it’s too damn early
To join them in song...

I wish their mother
Would feed the poor birds...
Thank goodness they can’t talk
Or we would hear nonstop words...

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