I woke early morning The world lay fresh and still As rapidly a little bird Came hovering on my window sill He sang a song so pretty So cheerful and so free And suddenly my grief Began to slip away He sang of distant spaces Of laughter and of fun It seemed his happy whistle Brought up the morning sun I stirred beneath the covers Crept slowly out of bed I harshly shut the window And crushed his little head When the night is black The morning is darker With an evident lack Of a smile and a laughter Take step by step Move on my way No turning back Overcoming the day Seeing little white feathers Floating across the window Seems to cheer up my mood as It looks so much like snow As I look through the shade There's an idea what is best Since there is food ready made Might as well have some breakfast