All these Worms

Yeah, I really love these early mornings. Like my friend does. Well, thinking it over, it’s more HIM who likes it so much. Because- actually, I always was much more that kind of an owl, a person that enjoys to sleep in. Things have changed since we met. Anyway, my friend gets up at 5:00. Every single morning. Ok, not correctly because on Sundays he loves to sleep in to really be relaxed after a tough week. On Sundays, lovely Sundays, the alarm rings late, at 5:15. To him there is always a good reason to get up early. There are so many things you can do in the mornings, my friend argues. Like sports. He enjoys to go to the gym - I bet he’s the only person there at this time. He might even be the only person in the whole City that gets up in the middle of the night. Sometimes he likes to do his runs in the night (that’s how I call this part of the morning). Yesterday he asked me to join him. - “What? Do you know what time it is?” - “Of course, and that’s the best time of the day, the best time to run. Get up! Early bird gets the worm!” An old saying, and -I’m sure it makes sense. To BIRDS. But- what the heck shall I do with all these worms?