Every single day
I walk out and sing
Oh, lovely sunshine
Hello, lovely trees
The breeze feels so nice
I can’t help but smile
Hearing the birds singing
Is lifting my spirits
But then I hear splat
My head oddly wet
I reach up to check
Is that poop in my hair?
I can’t help myself
What a crappy day
I yell at the sky
Curse you, stupid birds
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