Nothing to say, yet
Transcription
The speaker asks how their friend is feeling and describes their own discomfort. They mention that even the worms are turning. The friend offers to find a worm, but the speaker is allergic. The friend suggests searching for a worm and promises to return with one. The speaker finds the friend's enthusiasm excessive and prefers a less talkative friend. The friend agrees to stop talking and says they have a purpose and must fly away. They mention that the early bird catches the worm. Dialogue Forty-Five How's my pert little turtle dove? How's my pert little turtle dove, this early, pearly, murmuring morn? I think I'm worse. I can't turn on my perch. And I'm permanently thirsty. Burning, burning. It's murder. My poor, hurt bird. The world's astir. I've heard that even the worms are turning. A worm? You yearn for a worm? I'm allergic to worms. Dirty, squirming worms. I'll search under the fir trees and the birches. I'll circle the earth. And I'll return with a superb, firm earthworm for my perfect turtle dove. What an absurd bird. You're very chirpy, sir. I wish I were. All this fervid verse, I find it disturbing so early. I prefer a less wordy bird. No further word, then. I'm a bird with a purpose. I'd better fly. It's the early bird that catches the worm. Or so I've heard.
