That noise is driving me mad, he thought.,
What a time to be practising singing.
No consideration for people who are trying to sleep.
Put a pillow over my head.
I'm at my wit's end, if I had a gun I'd shoot them.
I suppose it's no use complaining,
No-one can stop the Dawn Chorus.
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