[McDragon's Memo: I wrote this shortly after I'd gotten Confetti. My two birds at that time were Kris and Confetti--they shortly gave me more!]
My Birds (With Apologies to Robert Louis Stevenson)
I have two little birdies that go in and out with me,
The funniest thing about them is the way they like to play,
They haven’t got a notion of how birdies ought to play,
It’s often said the early bird will always get the worm,
One morning very early, before the sun was up,
Back to the living room
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By JBMcDragon
And what can be the use of them is more then I can see!
One is very, very spoiled from her toes up to her beak,
The other has a temper and is never, ever meek.
Not at all like other birdies who are gentle day by day.
One will jump upon the other; with a flap of wings he’ll fall,
The other will retaliate; the first one she will maul.
And they make me think they’ll hurt themselves in every single way!
They sit so close beside me I can hardly turn my head,
And one bird tends to screech so loud it makes me want my bed!
It’s a good thing mine aren’t wild, they’d not last a single term!
My birds are very lazy and they sleep the morning though,
When I say that they would starve it’s a fact and far too true!
I rose and found the shining dew on every buttercup!
But my lazy little birdies, like some arrant sleepyheads,
Had stayed at home without me and were fast asleep in bed.