Little bird could never fly not one and shot the ground
It wasn't that he didn't try but every time he found he flapped his wings very hard until his face burned red
Jumped off of a tall tree branch and landed on his head
"Look at little bird" his other classmates said with malice
"Why chat he fly? That's absurd. Let's go higher so he doesn't catch us"
Little bird sat on his front steps miserably below
Nobody wanted to be his friend or even say hello
Everyone said flying was easy and he wasn't trying enough
Just catch the wind the next parts a breeze
But the flapping part was tough
His wings were different from the others, feathers not quite right, his beak was weirdly shaped and he slept with his stuffed lion each night
Little bird was not that small
He stuck out from the rest
Little bird did not fit in at all
Not even in his own nest
Little bird began to pretend he was everything he wasn't
He tried to be every kind of bird, from a peacock to a pheasant
He wore all kinds of feathered coats
He learned to be less shy
But no matter what his friends found out he simply could not fly
That year little bird knew he could not fly south for the winter
And nobody cared that he didn't go
Little birds heart was splintered
He stayed inside for many days and took a much needed rest
Pretending is tiring to do all the time
I think I like being me best
Little bird didn't know who 'me' really was
And he was a little afraid to look
But then came the noises and voices outside ad little birds earth shook
Outside in the snow there were birds just like him
And none of them were flying
All of them were being themselves and none of them were lying
"You look like me" little bird said
"What kind of bird are you"
'Penguins' they said happily
'And your a penguin too'
