Why is it called “bird song”?
There is nothing song-like about it. It is repetitive to the point of madness, tuneless in most cases, harsh and screeching. Rah rah rah rah rah rah rah rah rah rah rah rah... — fingernails on a blackboard can only aspire to such levels of irritating cacophony.
It is like an alarm clock with no snooze button, that goes off at 04:00 no matter how much you need sleep. And it carries, as I understand it, but two messages: “Hey, baby, how ya doin’?” and “You kids get off my lawn!”
Argh. Stupid birds. Go away.
— Frenulum
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