Ignorance is Bliss

If birds chirped in English
How annoying that would be!
How many times we’d have to hear
“this branch belongs to me“

Or “hubba hubba“, “girl, you fine“
On endless high-pitched loops
Or “When is someone going to come
and clean our frickin’ coops?”

“Mom, I’m hungry! where’s my worm?”
It might get on the nerves
Neighbors shouldn’t shout their business
All across the ‘burbs

But as it is, we get to muse
And think our thoughts in peace
Enjoying bits of melody
And wild decorative suites

We think them harbingers of spring
And happiness unbound
I’d like to leave it as it is
And just enjoy the sound