The Early Bird Story Poem

Before I stirred, the early bird Built a nest on my head Then on one date, it found a mate Before I got out of bed With outside dim, I tried beating him When next day I arose sooner But all I heard, were chirping birds Leaving me in a bad humor The very next day, to my dismay The two birds perched on my leg Loudly tweeting, and repeating Implying they now have eggs One week later the incubator, Mrs. Early, from brooding all day On her nest, and although a pest Hatched her eggs, so I shouted yay Since early birds, my idle words Couldn’t slow them at their chore Of feeding, what they were breeding And wouldn’t you know at night they snore The chicks grew fast, like no time passed In their nest on top of my head And when off they flew, that’s when I knew I could finally get out of bed