So long had he been living there,
Mindlessly enchanted,
Never bothered thinking about it…
Taking his home for granted!

So Twiglet observed and found
He was standing on black birch,
And with his little claws,
He began digging at his perch.

He dug and dug and dug
And dug and dug and dug away.
He dug from early morning’s light
Until the end of day.

He finally hit something
And he heaved a tired breath…
One second passed and then
Twiglet was shocked to death.

The ending of this tale
Is quite sad to define.
You see, our beloved Twiglet,
Lived on a Power Line.

This could happen anywhere,
Despite what you have heard.
It doesn’t only kill the cat,
Curiosity also kills the bird.

Don’t mourn Twiglet, friends,
And let out no lament.
This story teaches one thing:
Learn to be content.