The Early Bird Poem by Loyd C Taylor Sr

It was early in the morning, the first day of spring,
My ears and eyes witnessed an unusual thing;
The soil was prepared to start my gardening.
When this crowd of birds all began to sing...

Hey fowl friends, stop your flying around,
The humans have prepared some fresh plowed ground!
There are plenty of grubs everywhere to be found,
But keep an eye out for that big ole hound!

Chirp, chirp, chirp... tweet, tweet, tweet...
Come bird buddies you're in for a treat!
Chirp, chirp, chirp... tweet, tweet, tweet...
Come feathered friend, come and eat!

We'll feast on those yummy bugs that squirm,
But it's the early bird that will get the worm!
We'll feast on those yummy bugs that squirm,
It's the early bird that will get the worm!
Caw... caw...