They're fighting again,

Those mocking birds.

Down into the flower bed

Their sudden swooping rage descends.

It's a mocking bird, I think,

That sings all night;

Inspired, no doubt,

By the brand new

Sodium vapor street light.

Too bright for the bedroom,

We shot that light out

Not long ago.

There was a complaint.

The city fixed it.

And so,

We are not pleased,

But we are well lit.