There is a bird in my attic

There is a bird in my attic

There is a bird in my attic.
And he’s driving me mad.

There is a bird in my attic.
You say “Could it really be so bad?”

Yes, I say.
It can be so bad.
It can drive me mad.

I’m not being overdramatic.
You see, there is a bird in my attic.

Where did he come from?
I don’t know.
I just want him to go, go, go.

All night long, he hoo’s and hoo’s.
And I simply reply, “Shoo, Shoo.
To leave is what I need you to do.”
He simply and sarcastically responds…..”Whoo…hoo.”