[kassykit]

It was told to me by a little bird.

The birdie is not the one in the following poem.

I wake each morning to tweet tweet tweet.

Upon my window pane there comes a tap tap tapping...

So i open the window.
And what happens to alight upon the sill?

but a little robin. Confident in his demenor, chest proudly puffed out.
He looks at me, and tweet tweet tweet.

So i slam the window closed........ his feathers are still there.

Word of advise little birdies...... this kittah is not nice before coffee!