This story is being told from the point of view of a branch with a bird perched on it.
(See the end of the work for notes.)
Here we go again.
Always whenever those swallows come back here to Capistrano.
One of those birds sits on me and starts singing.
I know there are other trees here.
Hey, Stupid!
Get off me and sit on some other branch, okay?
You are driving me crazy with that stupid singing!
GET OFF RIGHT NOW!
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