"bird on a window sill" poem

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so, more than 10 years later.... I have tracked down the orginal version of this poem....

"The Robin"

Older than dirt poem, but my #2 favorite of all time.

"The Robin"

I woke early one morning,
the earth lay cool and still
when suddenly a tiny bird
perched on my window sill.

He sang a song so lovely
so carefree and so gay,
that slowly all my troubles
began to slip away.

He sang of far off places
of laughter and of fun,
It seemed his very trilling,
brought up the morning sun.

I stirred beneath the covers
crept slowly out of bed,
and swiftly shut the window
and crushed his fucking head.

Does anyone know the poem about the bird on the window sill which
ends
"so I gently closed my window...and crushed it's little skull"

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I woke early one morning, The earth lay cool and still. When suddenly a tiny bird, Perch on my window sill. He sang a song so lovely, So carefree and so gay. That slowly all my troubles, Began to slip away. He sang of far off places, Of laughter and of fun. It seemed his very trilling, Brought up the morning sun. I stirred beneath the covers, Crept slowly out of bed. And gently lowered the window, And crushed his fucking head. -Robert

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Does anyone know the poem about the bird on the window sill which
ends
"so I gently closed my window...and crushed it's little skull"

DESTINY OF A BLACKBIRD

It was a beautiful day
The sun had shone
Not a dark cloud in the sky
I awakened with a smile
I felt like I was high
I rose from my bed
And glanced around
It was the start of a fantastic day
The feeling went through me like a lightning bolt
How I love the month of May
I put on my socks
Slipped on my robe
Then glanced to my right
Where I noticed a beautiful blackbird
With wings as dark as the night
He was sitting on my windowsill
Curiously looking in
So I calmly motioned back to him
With wide eyes and a grin.
I slowly pet the little fellow
Then got up off my bed.
And quickly pulled the window down
And smashed his fucking head.

Fred Heim Jr

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Does anyone know the poem about the bird on the window sill which
ends
"so I gently closed my window...and crushed it's little skull"

DESTINY OF A BLACKBIRD

It was a beautiful day
The sun had shone
Not a dark cloud in the sky
I awakened with a smile
I felt like I was high
I rose from my bed
And glanced around
It was the start of a fantastic day
The feeling went through me like a lightning bolt
How I love the month of May
I put on my socks
Slipped on my robe
Then glanced to my right
Where I noticed a beautiful blackbird
With wings as dark as the night
He was sitting on my windowsill
Curiously looking in
So I calmly motioned back to him
With wide eyes and a grin.
I slowly pet the little fellow
Then got up off my bed.
And quickly pulled the window down
And smashed his fucking head.
FRH Jr

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Does anyone know the poem about the bird on the window sill which
ends
"so I gently closed my window...and crushed it's little skull"

DESTINY OF A BLACKBIRD
...snip poem to keep Aioe happy...

Wow, this MUST be a record! a reply to a posting dated 1997?!

That's getting near the 20 year mark. and replied twice.

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1997

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1997

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When I was a kid my dad would always say:
"One morning I awoke to see, a little birdie on my window sill. I lured him in with a piece of bread, then I squished his little head."

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Does anyone know the poem about the bird on the window sill which
ends
"so I gently closed my window...and crushed it's little skull"

Birdie, birdie, on the hill
flew down to my window sill
I lured him close with crusts of bread
and then I crushed his fucking head!

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Early Morning Pecos Bill sat upon my windowsill
cocked his shiny eye and said ain't you shamed sleepy head
;)

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Does anyone know the poem about the bird on the window sill which
ends
"so I gently closed my window...and crushed it's little skull"

The correct version of the poem is as follows:

'Tis early in the morn, when all sweet things are born
A robin perched upon my sill to greet the coming dawn.
It's voice was clear and sweet, and gently did it sing,
Sweet songs of love and happiness into my heart did spring.
Its legs were long and dainty, its breast was bright and red.
I gently closed the window, and crushed its little head.

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Does anyone know the poem about the bird on the window sill which
ends
"so I gently closed my window...and crushed it's little skull"

1962 usmc version:
I WOKE UP IN THE EARLY MORN AND LOOKED OUT AT MY TREE
THERE SAT A LITTLE BIRD CHIRPING CHEERFULLY
SHE FLEW DOWN TO MY WINDOW SILL AND GAVE A CHEERFUL CALL
I REACHED OUT ON THE WINDOW SILL
AND CRUSHED HER FUCKING SKULL.

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Does anyone know the poem about the bird on the window sill which
ends
"so I gently closed my window...and crushed it's little skull"

It was 30 or more years ago, but here's the version I remember:


The Morning After The Night Before

As I awoke this morning
When all sweet things are born
A robin perched upon my sill
To signal the coming morn
Its song was sweet and cheery
As boldly it did sing
And thoughts of happiness and joy
Into my heart did bring

I pondered for a moment
Upon its song
And as it passed a moment's lull
I gently closed the window
And crushed its f-ing skull

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My mom had a version that went like this:
A BIRD SAT ON MY WINDOW ON A BRIGHT AND SUNNY DAY. HE SAT UPON MY WINDOWSILL AND GAILY SANG AWAY.I LISTENED TO HIS CHEERFUL SOUND UNRIL THERE WAS A LULL. THEN I GENTLY CLOSED THE WINDOW AND I CRUSHED HIS FUCKIN SKULL.

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I saw a bird with a yellow bill. Sitting on my window sill. So I lured him in. With crumbs of bread then I smashed his widdle head

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He smiled at me so cheerfully and I gave him a crust of bread....then quickly slammed the window.. and crushed his fucking head.LAST LINE OF POEM😊

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My hubbies granma used to say this poem back in the 70s.

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Does anyone know the poem about the bird on the window sill which
ends
"so I gently closed my window...and crushed it's little skull"

I included it in my first book 'The (Sometimes XXX-Rated) Humor of the Green Berets' (1990) but I think I wrote it (?) for my wife. We were married from 1966 until she died in 1987.

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I carried that poem in my wallet for many years, but lost it
even more years ago. I'd sure like to find it again. I don't
know why I thought it was so funny -- maybe just my age at
the time I first heard it.
I gently pulled the window down,
and crushed its f...ing skull.

Does anyone know the poem about the bird on the window sill which
ends
"so I gently closed my window...and crushed it's little skull"

I included it in my first book 'The (Sometimes XXX-Rated) Humor of the Green Berets' (1990) but I think I wrote it (?) for my wife. We were married from 1966 until she died in 1987.

[r***@gmail.com]

A little poem
When I woke up this morning
the dawn was soft and still
A little robin came and sat
upon my window sill
He tipped his head and looked at me
his eyes so bright and clear
He chirped a little melody
My morning thoughts to cheer
His song he sang so sweetly
Without a moments lull
I gently closed the window
and crushed his fucking skull.

I carried that poem in my wallet for many years, but lost it
even more years ago. I'd sure like to find it again. I don't
know why I thought it was so funny -- maybe just my age at
the time I first heard it.
I gently pulled the window down,
and crushed its f...ing skull.

Does anyone know the poem about the bird on the window sill which
ends
"so I gently closed my window...and crushed it's little skull"

I included it in my first book 'The (Sometimes XXX-Rated) Humor of the Green Berets' (1990) but I think I wrote it (?) for my wife. We were married from 1966 until she died in 1987.

[k***@gmail.com]

It's fascinating to me how many different versions people have heard. This is the one my dad always used to say:

As I awoke one morning
When all good things are born
A robin perched upon my sill
To greet the coming morn
I lured it closer to me
With tiny crumbs of bread
And then I closed the window
And crushed his little head

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Does anyone know the poem about the bird on the window sill which
ends
"so I gently closed my window...and crushed it's little skull"

AS I AWOKE THIS MORNING
WHEN ALL GOOD THINGS ARE BORN
A ROBIN PERCHED UPON MY SILL
TO SIGNAL THE COMING DAWN

AND SO SWEETLY DID IT SING
THAT THOUGHTS OF HAPPINESS AND JOY
INTO MY HEART DID BRING

AND AS IT SANG IT PAUSED
A MOMENTS LULL
I QUICKLY CLOSED THE WINDOW
AND CRUSHED ITS FUCKING SKULL

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Does anyone know the poem about the bird on the window sill which
ends
"so I gently closed my window...and crushed it's little skull"

I heard it like this
As I awoke one warm spring morn"
When all sweet things are born
A robin perched upon my sill to greet the coming dawn
So sweetly did that new born sing as I lay in my bed
I leaned a cross and shut the sill
And crushed its bleedin' head