Birds On a Wire

Birds

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 sit 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