Oh, hi little birdies!
Isn’t this nice
Lying in my tent I hear
in the middle of the woods
A private concert loud and clear
Your songs so delightful and bright
I wish I could understand
What words you all are singing
In this whimsical land
But for you birdies it’s normal
To sign when there’s light
We humans need to sleep
in the midst of the night
My earplugs are hidden
In a suitcase far far away
Not the brightest idea…
I hear you guys say
So as much as I love to hear your song
Can you just shut up for a few hours
Until my sleeping time is done?