Early Bird
Be the early bird?
Don't you know I'm sick of eating worms?
I'll take my time,
'Cos hurrying has never been worthwhile.
Sitting outside,
Watch the clouds float by.
No I'll never be one to make time fly.
Feed the birds,
The ones too late for catching worms.
Don't you know they try?
But hurrying has never been their style.
It's raining outside,
Watch the gloomy sky.
No a few drops of rain won't spoil my day.
Ask the early bird,
Where does he go to catch his worms?
Does it pass the time?
When shall it seem like a wasted life?
It's cold outside,
Watch the hot air rise,
No don't rush around and wish away you life
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