The bird with no beak

If you weren’t looking closely, you just wouldn’t see—
Not all birds looked the same high up in the tree.

Feathers? Check. Claws? Check. Wings to take flight.
But one little bird just wasn’t quite right.

For while all the others had beaks, sleek and neat,
This one had lips, a nose, and some flashing white TEETH!

At first, he felt shy, ducking his head,
Wishing he had a sharp beak instead.

The birds pecked their seeds, sang songs in the sun,
While he sat in silence, left out of their fun.

They squawked and they chuckled, they teased and they stared,
Then flapped off together—they just didn’t care.

And then he discovered an incredible thing—
A voice full of words, a sound he could sing!

He whistled a tune—such a magical sound!
The other birds stopped and gathered around.

He slurped up worms like long strands of spaghetti,
Chomped on a berry and didn’t get messy!

He sniffed at the flowers, their scent rich and sweet,
While others just pecked at the bugs by their feet.

And best of all—he could wiggle and grin,
Puff up his cheeks or suck his lips in!

A beak couldn’t frown or stick out a tongue,
Or pull silly faces just for some fun!

He'd puff like a jogger all huffing with steam,
Or pout like a model—or smile like a queen!

He gargled pond water, then let out a "Splosh!"
And spurted a fountain—yes he did golly gosh!

The birds stared in shock, then let out a cheer,
“What a marvellous thing—you’re special, my dear!”

So now he stands proud, no longer alone,
A bird like no other—a class of his own!