Will I have to do endless chores, If I were to soar up high? No more scrubbing dirty floors, Just pooping freely from the sky. Will I have to write long papers, If I were to chirp at dawn? No more deadlines, stress, or staplers— Just annoying folks at early morn. Will I have to wake up early, If I were an owl instead? Stay up late, look dark and surly, Scaring people half to death? No exams, no work, no tension, Just free snacks from café trays! No one asking dumb life questions— Just winging it in every way! Buuuuuuuut… Would I miss the little things? Like blasting music, off-key singing? Or pressing buttons just to see How mad someone will get at me? Would I miss the silly pranks, Stealing hoodies, kicking shins? Life without some harmless chaos… Would it even be worth the wings? Yet as I sit and watch that bird, A thought flies in my head so sly— If I were one, I’d go unheard, No more nagging, no more "why?" No more teasing, no more tricks, No more pressing all their nerves… But wait—could I still be a pest? Oh yes—I’ll dive-bomb in curves! Steal their fries, scream at dawn, Sit on heads, cause pure distress! Maybe wings won’t be so wrong— Even as a bird, I’d still be the best! 🎶Oh Even as a bird, I'd still be the best~🎶 👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏 🎶🎵🎶🎵🎶🎵🎶 👏👏👏👏👏👏