In the forest, oh so green and brambly, lived three birds, chirping so rambly. Feathers bright-blue, emerald, and gold, their tales of adventure were yet to be told.

Tweetie was the fairest bird, feathers of gold, a beauty so superb. There was Woosh, the handsome blue bird, and there was Squawk, the one not preferred.

Tweetie loved Woosh for his color and flair, he’d glide through the sky with a swoosh and a glare. Squawk felt rather sad, you see, for he had brainpower, but no charm to decree.

One day in the forest, a problem took place, the magical tree, it fell from its base! The animals panicked, oh what a fray, who would fix it and save the day?

Woosh fluttered and flapped, but he lacked the insight. Squawk thought really hard, trying to put it right. 'I have an idea!' said Squawk with a squawk, and he started to talk through his plan with great thought.

With pulleys and vines, Squawk made a design. 'Hold tight,' he said, 'we’ll be just fine!' The animals followed his clever lead, and soon the tree stood tall indeed.

Tweetie saw this with twinkling eyes, Squawk's smartness was a wonderful surprise! She chirped loudly for all to hear, 'Squawk’s the hero, let’s all cheer!'

Woosh flew over but felt rather small, his beauty was grand, but brains? Not at all. Tweetie’s heart was now all aflutter, for Squawk was the one who’d solved the clutter.

Tweetie and Squawk, a new love so true, they chirped and they laughed the whole day through. Woosh found a friend in the end, they all stayed close in every bend.

And so, in the forest, among the leaves so green, these three birds, a trio unseen. Their tales continue, of fun and delight, with days full of cheer, and nights oh so bright.

Remember, dear friends, as you read along, sometimes it’s the heart, the brain, that’s strong. And though we value beauty, oh, ever so clever, it’s the wisdom within that lasts forever.