For a good night’s sleep we invested
In blackout blinds that’d been tested
To keep the city’s after daylight glow
From coming inside above and below
And it seems all in all, a dollar well spent
For our snoozin’ now seems heaven sent
But now from the south has returned a songbird
Who thinks at 4:30 a.m. his song should be heard
I don’t think I’ll find it but on the internet will seek
Some gizmo to buy guaranteeing blackout beak
Barb's True Stories 
Looking forward to seeing some of those fellows here.
I hear you and I heard him too. Perhaps all the robins who are supposed to be on the prairies are stopping off in warmer places till spring shows up in the west.
I like that one too.
The songbirds are soooo cheerful at that hour, aren’t they?
Tis spring, the bird is on the wing. How absurd. I always heard the wing was on the bird.
Now is that one an original?
Older than my grandfather.
Not sure what to say. How about thanks for all your comments.