The birds come out to sing in the morning sun.
What adventures we will have today after singing our morning songs.
Birds
Two flay down to the window Tap, tap, Tap, Tap.
You never know what’s inside until you tap.
Up late at night, sleeping tight,
I wonder what lullabies put this penis to sleep?
Wakes up anger kill, kill, kill.
This prick is certainly up to no good by the expression on their tip.
Anger in his brain kill, kill, kill.
Some glass you should stay away from, you never know who might be behind it.
Prepare for dinner. Yum, Yum, Yum, Yum!
Not always does your day end the way you would like it to.
Finally, some use for that annoying sun: cook, cook, cook
What you get when you wake up, a penis when they become angry.
Brain is calm again, as he lays in the sun, belly full, no more care for this day.
It is amazing what rage can accomplish when you’re a complete dick about it.
