"bird on a window sill" poem
Hugh Williamson
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"
James C. Simpson
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 remember the last line slighly differently, however:
I gently pulled the window down,
and crushed its f...ing skull.
Tony White
Hugh Williamson wrote:
>
> 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 was told this is not right, but it is the only version I know.
A sweet little bird on my window sill,
Big blue eyes,pretty little bill.
First I feed the bird some bread,
Then I crushed his fuckin` head.
CHIAMAN
here's the original poem as sent to me:
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.
In article <337644...@usa.net>,
James C. Simpson <JimSi...@usa.net> wrote:
>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 remember the last line slighly differently, however:
> I gently pulled the window down,
> and crushed its f...ing skull.
>
TOM KAN PA
As long as we are doing bird poems............
Little robin red breast
Sitting on a pole,
Wiggle waggle went his tail,
Poop went his hole.
tom kan pa
us...@yourhouse.com
Hugh Williamson <71760...@CompuServe.COM> wrote:
>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"
This it?
A yellow bird
with a yellow bill
was sitting on
my window sill.
I lurred him in
with crumbs of bread
and then I smashed
his little head!
Joseph C Fineman
"Coinneach Fitzpatrick" <c-fit...@mail.dec.con> writes:
>Back in boot camp, we used to chant this cadence:
>A yellow bird
>With a yellow bill
>Landed on
>My windowsill
>I let him in
>I fed him bread
>Then I crushed
>His fucking head!
That version bears more resemblance than the others do to the one in
Robert Louis Stevenson's _Child's Garden of Verses_:
A birdie with a yellow bill
Hopped upon my window sill,
Cocked his shining eye and said,
"Ain't you 'shamed, you sleepyhead?"
-- which I suspect is the butt of all these nasty conceits. (I am
quoting from memory & may have a few words wrong.)
(obMusic: This did have a tune when I was little.)
--- Joe Fineman j...@world.std.com
||: Suicide: bridging the gap between abortion and euthanasia. :||
Big-feets
*Snip*
> A yellow bird
> with a yellow bill
> was sitting on
> my window sill.
>
> I lurred him in
> with crumbs of bread
> and then I smashed
> his little head!
of it was sung by the leader, then repeated by the squad. When the end
of a "Stanza" was reached the leader would sing the stanza by him self
again.
A yellow bird,
With a yellow bill,
Sat upon
My window sill!
I lured him in,
With a piece of bread,
And then I smashed,
his little head!
I scooped him up,
In a dixie cup,
and then I drank,
That Fucker up!
The moral of,
This story goes,
to get some head,
You need some bread!
The way it was sang by the leader the second time you would combine the
last two lines and place a *Clap* between the first word of the last
line and the rest of it..
Ex (Leader sings): I lured him in,
With a piece of bread,
And then I smashed his *Clap* little head!
Glad to help y'all out. :)
"My, what big feet you have grandma.."
"The better to..."
deOlde...@nomoreink.com
On 13 May 1997 02:14:28 GMT, KDJ...@prodigy.com (Celia ann Suter)
wrote:
>
>Hugh Williamson <71760...@CompuServe.COM> wrote:
>>
>>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"
>
>
>
>This one?
>
>ODE TO A ROBIN
As I awoke one morning,
When all sweet things are born,
A robin perched upon my sill,
To welcome the coming morn.
He whistled a song so sweetly,
And so softly did he sing,
That thoughts of joy and happiness
To my heart did he bring.
As he cocked his little head,
And paused for a moments lull,
I quickly closed the window,
And crushed his fucking skull.
>
>A songbird came and perched itself
>upon my window sill.
>It sang to me a song so sweet
>in a soft little trill.
>
>I thought to myself, how wonderful
>this world of ours must be,
>if God could send this little bird
>to sing its' song for me.
>
>A world of peace, a world of love,
>of beauty and of joy.
>A happy little haven
>for every girl and boy.
>
>And as I bent down to listen to
>his gentle little lull,
>I quickly slammed the window down
>and crushed its' fucking skull!
>
>
>
You can contact me if you post a message to
alt.anonymous.messages. Attention: DeOldePrinter
jake
>
> Back in boot camp, we used to chant this cadence:
> His fucking head!
>
You were allowed to say "fucking" in a government organisation ???????
Paul Dietrich
On Wed, 14 May 1997, jake wrote:
> Date: Wed, 14 May 1997 00:13:59 +0800
> From: jake <jake...@tpts1.seed.net.tw>
> Newsgroups: rec.humor, rec.music.folk
> Subject: Re: "bird on a window sill" poem
>
> >
> > Back in boot camp, we used to chant this cadence:
>
> > His fucking head!
> >
> You were allowed to say "fucking" in a government organisation ???????
>
They don't ask who with and you don't tell'm it was the same gender :)
Semper gumby -- always flexible.
Conrad Hodson
When I awoke one morning
When all sweet things are born
The bird was young, fragil and gay
And sweetly did it sing
Thoughts of happiness and joy
Into my heart did bring.
I smiled softly at the cheering song
Then as it paused a moments lull
I gently closed the window
Published in the newsletter for the community college in Coos Bay, OR
about 1970. My mother, who was taking classes there, brought it home for
us to see. The next day, the college administration began censoring the
newsletter.
Peace,
Christine (the Cyborg)
"Doing my part to make your day a little more surreal."
Conrad Hodson
The way I heard that one was:
Little birdie on the sill
Yellow body, yellow bill.
Feed the birdie lots of bread
Take a hammer, smash his head.
Peace,
Christine (the Cyborg)
"I know my own mind, and it's around here someplace."
On Sun, 11 May 1997, Tony White wrote:
> Hugh Williamson wrote:
> >
> > 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"
>
>
Kathy Burton
How's this one? Family poem:
Rooster in the yard outside
Ain't been told that Pa has died.
Peeps inside, says, "Dang, that's borin'!
He ain't fartin, an' he ain't snorin'!"
--
Beam Captain Picard aboard.
Dick Wisan
In article <Pine.SUN.3.95.970518...@garcia.efn.org>, con...@efn.org says...
>
>The way I heard that one was:
>
>Little birdie on the sill
>Yellow body, yellow bill.
>Feed the birdie lots of bread
>Take a hammer, smash his head.
>
>
>> Hugh Williamson wrote:
>> >
>> > 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 was told this is not right, but it is the only version I know.
>>
>> A sweet little bird on my window sill,
>> Big blue eyes,pretty little bill.
>> First I feed the bird some bread,
>> Then I crushed his fuckin` head.
These verses are thoroughly refreshing, considering the original. My
over-strained mind (at least I think it was mine) took another way with
it, however. Years and years ago, after swotting too long and too late
in a dorm room, I looked over longingly at my bed and what came to me
was:
Owl with he horny head
Stompin' on my unmade bed,
Cock he glassy eye and say:
When you gonna hit de hay?
I have no idea what dialect that is, I suspect I was making it up as
it came. Of course I may not have made up this thing at all. Has
anyone ever heard it (or what it's a garble of) elsewhere?
--
R. N. (Dick) Wisan - Email: wis...@norwich.net
- Snail: 37 Clinton Street, Oneonta NY 13820, U.S.A.
- Just your opinion, please, ma'am: No fax.
elin edwards f
The much gentler version I grew up with was:
Birdie with the yellow bill,
Hopped upon my window sill,
Cocked a shining eye and said,
"What are you having for breakfast?
Grandma?"
The inflection was half of it , of course, and the context was the other
half: my actual grandmother got tired of the squirrels climbing on the
birdfeeder outside her kitchen window, so one day took her .22, opened up
the vent holes in the storm-window and proceeded to miss the squirrel,
but shot the perches off the birdfeeder.
e.edwards
Alex J. Murray
> Hugh Williamson wrote:
>
> 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"
>
When all sweet things are born
to hail the coming morn
He was fragile, small, and sweet
but gaily did he sing
and thoughts of joy and happiness
into my heart did bring
I smiled softly at the song
and paused beside my bed
I gently closed the window
and crushed its rotten head
-------------------------------
First heard about 35 years ago, and my mother still hasn't got over my
first recital.
h...@hks.sproj.psi.net
little birdie with a yellow bill
sitting on my window sill
i lured it with crusted bread
then smashed its f* head.
hks.
Alex J. Murray (ajmu...@cgocable.net) wrote:
--
-----
Well, get up, so I told myself, lather yourself, scrape your chin till it
bleeds, dress and show an amiable disposition towards your fellow-men.
-Herman Hesse
malkie...@gmail.com
"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.
brad...@gmail.com
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
schu...@yahoo.com
> 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 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
RobertMacy
> On Friday, May 9, 1997 3:00:00 AM UTC-4, Hugh Williamson wrote:
>> 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
>
Wow, this MUST be a record! a reply to a posting dated 1997?!
That's getting near the 20 year mark. and replied twice.
anima...@gmail.com
anima...@gmail.com
HaxAras
"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."
mksmi...@yahoo.com
> 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"
flew down to my window sill
I lured him close with crusts of bread
and then I crushed his fucking head!
aisli...@gmail.com
cocked his shiny eye and said ain't you shamed sleepy head
;)
mrfore...@gmail.com
> 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"
'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.
jdthom...@gmail.com
> 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 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.
joemi...@gmail.com
> 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 Morning After The Night Before
As I awoke this morning
When all sweet things are born
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
trinide...@gmail.com
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.
kitty.w...@gmail.com
lwhea...@gmail.com
englishbu...@gmail.com
rockyp...@gmail.com
> 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"
rockyp...@gmail.com
> 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 remember the last line slighly differently, however:
> I gently pulled the window down,
> and crushed its f...ing skull.
rockyp...@gmail.com
> here's the original poem as sent to me:
>
>
> 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
>
>
> In article <337644...@usa.net>,
kimberc...@gmail.com
As I awoke one morning
When all good things are born
I lured it closer to me
With tiny crumbs of bread
And then I closed the window
And crushed his little head
jcoc...@ec.rr.com
> 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"
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
ast...@xtra.co.nz
> 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 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