

"When you get up at three!"
The Early Bird's Prize
The early bird got up at dawn,
With feathers ruffled, a stretch, a yawn.
He flapped his wings, his mood was firm:
"I'll be the first to grab the worm!"
Down he swooped, with grace and speed,
A mighty hunter, born to feed.
But when his beak closed on the prey,
The worm just laughed and wriggled away.
"You think you're smart? You silly bird,
I've heard your saying—every word!
You wake too soon for your own good,
And now I’m hiding in this wood."
The bird looked up, his plans now wrecked,
His feathers drooped, his pride unchecked.
"I should have slept till ten instead;
At least I’d get a full worm-fed!"
And so the moral here, my friend:
Be early—but not too intense.
For even birds can sometimes learn,
It’s not just when you wake—it’s how you earn!