I woke early one morning
The earth lay cool and still.
When suddenly a tiny bird
Perched on my windowsill.
He sang a song so lovely
So carefree and so gay,
That slowly all my troubles
Began to slip away.
He sang of far off places
Of laughter and of fun.
It seemed his very trilling
Brought up the morning sun.
I stirred beneath the covers,
Crept slowly out of bed,
Then gently shut the window
And crushed his fucking head.
I'm not a morning person.

lol.  btw, dont make the punch line bold, it give it attention and gives away the joke