"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.
>

[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!

The way I heard it was as a cadence, ya know like for marching... A line
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..."

[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
A robin perched upon my sill
To signal the coming morn.
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

And crushed its' fucking skull.

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.
>

>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"
>>
>> 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 I woke this morning

When all sweet things are born

a robin perched upon my sill
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

[kdudl...@gmail.com]

On Sunday, May 11, 1997 3:00:00 AM UTC-4, James C. Simpson 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.
>

> 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"

See the bird with the yellow bill , perched upon my window sill .. I lured him closer with crumbs of of bread , then I crushed his fu____ head !

[zzmik...@gmail.com]

The Yellow Bird

The sun was shining brightly
And i could hardly wait
To raise my breakfast window
And gaze upon God’s glorious estate

The breeze was blowing gently
It made the flowers sway
All nature was enchanting
On this magical day

I spied a little yellow bird
With a tender yellow bill
I beckoned him to come and light
Upon my window sill

He sang me songs so cheerfully
As I fed him crusts of bread
Then I quickly closed the window
And smashed his fucking head

NOTE

I memorized this poem about 40 years ago, which had been given to me one day by my younger brother's friend, so I cannot credit the author or site the original source.

Then about 35 years ago (1982) I came across a similar, almost identical, version of this poem that mentioned it had originally been written by a woman in the 1920's or 1940's (the style did seem to reflect that era).

That's kind of vague, but that's all I have.

[Joe Fineman]

I remember a rhyme from my childhood (1940s) that may have inspired that
one. Approximately:

A birdie with a yellow bill

Hopped upon my window sill,

Cocked his shining eye and said,
"Ain't you 'shamed, you sleepyhead?"

It had a tune. I think it was by Robert Louis Stevenson.
--
--- Joe Fineman jo...@verizon.net

||: Never trust a man who doesn't have enemies. :||

[smit...@yahoo.com]

A little bird...with Yellow Bill... landed on...my windowsill...I let him in...with crumbs of bread...and then I smashed... his fucking head!
My dad sang me that some when I was young thats the way I remember it.

[gno...@aol.com]

On Friday, May 9, 1997 at 2:00:00 AM UTC-5, 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"

One morning I could hardly wait to gazed out my window and look at my estate, my eyes fell upon a little bird with a beautiful yellow bill. I beckoned him to come and lite upon my sill. I smiled at him so cheerfully and gave him a crust of bread, then quickly closed the window and crushed his f**king head.

This I heard in 1969 and remembered it this way.

[Joseph C. Fineman]

Evidently these are nasty versions of

A birdie with a yellow bill
Hopped upon my window sill,
Cocked his shining eye and said,
"Ain't you 'shamed, you sleepyhead?"

by Robert Louis Stevenson in _A Child's Garden of Verses_.

--
--- Joe Fineman jo...@verizon.net

||: For all a rhetorician's rules :||
||: Teach nothing but to name his tools. :||

[ventur...@gmail.com]

On Friday, May 9, 1997 at 2:00:00 AM UTC-5, 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"

This one?



I woke this joyous morning,
Bright and starrie eyed,
Walked over to my window, and I threw my window wide!
Upon the sill had perched a bird,
singing with morning cheer,
and from the gayness of his notes,
I knew that spring was here.

But as he sang his joyious song,
he paused, a moments lull.
I slammed the God Damned window, and crushed his fucking skull.

[phill...@gmail.com]

Yellow bird
Whith a yellow bill
Was perched upon
My window sill

I lured him in
With a piece of bread
Then I smashed
His fucking head!

The moral of
the story is
If you want some head
You need some bread.

The sweetest girl
I ever saw
Was sippin burbon
Through a straw

I placed my hand
Upon her thigh
She said, "hey Joe,
you're way too high!"

So I placed my hand
Upon her toe
She said, " hey Joe,
You're way too low!"

So I placed my hand
Upon her knee
She said, "hey Joe,
you're teasin me!"

So I shoved my fist
Up in her that
She said, " oh Joe,
That makes me hot!"

The moral of
this story's clear
Fuck the burbon
I'll stick to beer!

[Joseph C. Fineman]

phill...@gmail.com writes:

> Yellow bird
> Whith a yellow bill
> Was perched upon
> My window sill

https://www.poetryloverspage.com/poets/stevenson/time_to_rise.html

--
--- Joe Fineman jo...@verizon.net

||: With that huge brain, most of us can't even wiggle our :||
||: ears. :||

[bryanf...@gmail.com]

That's it this is the song my dad saying to me when I was just a little boy

[origina...@gmail.com]

On Friday, May 9, 1997 at 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"

There was a little birdie
that sat upon my window sill
And as I watched him eat his bread
I crushed him in his funk head.

[Joseph C. Fineman]

Surely these are naughty versions of

A birdie with a yellow bill

Hopped upon the window sill,
Cocked his shining eye and said:
“Ain’t you ’shamed, you sleepy-head!”

by Robert Louis Stevenson in _A Child's Garden of Verses_.

--
--- Joe Fineman jo...@verizon.net

||: Women expect men to change when they marry, and men expect :||
||: women to stay the same; but they never do. :||

[bryane...@gmail.com]

I (think) I wrote this one myself, largely inspired by many of the other versions, and mostly by my inability to remember more than 4 lines:

Early one morning, quiet and still,
A chirping bird lit on my windowsill.
So I smashed its fucking head with a rock
And went back to sleep.

Not sure where the rock came from.
I probably stole that line, too.

[greyfl...@gmail.com]

This was marching song in basic training(Army) 1961