Once There Was A Bird Named JBird

Once there was a bird named JBird
Who usually did what she preferred
She would fly over fields and farms
And would get out of mischief through charm
She would often blow things out of proportion
I would advise that you approach her with caution
During one of her regular flights
She was challenged with an almighty height
As she started to climb came the self doubting
And she instantly regretted her outing
But she made it from one side to the other
And she did it with ease and no bother
So what was clear was the fact she had discounted
She had flown over a mole hill not a mountain