My feathers are scruffed up today,

The breeze has teased them ’round,

I guess what I am trying to say,

I feel like “lost and found.”

 

But take a look here at this roof,

It’s old and quite a mess,

It’s seen some weather, see the proof,

It’s ratty, I confess.

 

In soft, old wood I find a bug,

For when I want to eat,

It only takes a good quick tug,

To spear it nice and neat.