The birds
I can tell there are loads of them
But I can't tell what they are
Maybe if they could tell me
Perhaps they can be trained
I'd like the birdsong piped in
Everywhere
During dreams
In the office*
Down corridors
Birdsong
Everywhere
They're all welcome
Except the ones that ate my onion tops
They really need to take a good hard look at themselves**
* We all dream in the office, don't deny it.
** Wood pigeon, I'm talking about you.
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