Every day just before the sunrise
The yellow bird gets up like a clockwork
A recurring tweet will follow, at times melodious, at times pensive on the tree Berk
The tweet is a nudge for her five kids to get up
The second one is the first and leans on the yellow birdie like a pup
The next one to make it, is the littlest bub
Times is passing and the other three are still sleeping in the shrub
The Yellow bird can't wait any more and flies, looking up
They all manage a worm or two
A little fight here and a bit of struggle there, too
The yellow bird picks three more for the sleeping Coo Coos
The fourth one is not there any more as he flew on his own in to the dew
The third and fifth get one worms each
A tad hungry, they still want to preach
One ate without any gratitude
The other complained, it's the same worm food
The yellow bird tweets in a recurring way again
The melodious tweet has hope and hopelessness all twirled with rain!
