Early bird

there was an early birdie who flew high for all to see playing the hurdy-gurdy being better at it than me my worm was mad about popstars took it as a special treat an’ t’listen to it run upstairs whence there was no retreat that birdie – what was it doing so close? a-wooing? a-cooing? its claws were nimble and firm it spread its wings a-diving and by my belated arriving it grabbed and had the worm