Oh, do be quiet, I utter,
As I listen to their song,
It surely can't be morning,
They must have got it wrong.
It doesn't seem five minutes,
Since I lay down to sleep,
Now these early birds a -worming',
Rouse me with their noisy cheep.
Then when I'm fully wakened,
With my senses all in place,
I than God for the pleasure,
Of this early morning grace.
-----Phyllis Ellison
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