Words can create magic and I want to get lost in them for some part of each day.

July 12, 2010

Psittacula song.


Ah the screechy, preachy Parakeet
All you want is rote and repeat.
Your colours brilliant are matched by your vocals
With you around there is never a lull.
Somehow, I feel if you were less teachery and strident
You  would be more popular among your feathered friends.


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