Bird on a wire

The naked sun sets the world on fire
A scalded sky like a funeral pyre
No rain in sight as the heat goes higher
Like musical notes are the birds on the wires

No peace for me no cool blue moon
No respite from their crazy tune
The chirping noise turns the volume higher
The birds are notes on the telephone wire

The awful hurdy-gurdy sound
Makes my head spin round and round
If I had a gun I would surely fire
At those infernal birds upon the wire.