Every morning around ten o'clock
I hear a sound I can't identify
From not so far down my street
An almost human screeching
Briefly three times
The wail of a child at first
And then metal scraping metal
Loud and piercing
Like a mechanical bird
Or locked-up baby monster
The song of its rattling chains
But why three times only
And why just when the sunny street
Reaches its most peaceful point
Must that beast let loose its cry
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