It was early morning and the sun had just started to rise. The pine forest was quite as a little bird landed on a soft spot and, with a puff of her feathers, began to sing her morning song.

♫Oh, what a beautiful morning.
It's time to get up and see
what this day
is going to bring.♫

♫O,h what a beautiful morning.
It's time to eat.
To have the energy
for the day you see.♫

♫Oh what a beautiful morning.
What a beautiful morning.
It is a beautiful morning.
Good morning.♫

As she sang, she didn't notice that the soft spot she was on began to stur.