[McDragon's Memo: Loiosh, Chex and Emily Robinson were my birds at the time. Trix had already been sold.]

My Birds (reprised) (with apologies to Robert Louis Stevenson)

I now have three more birdies (and they're spoiled, as you'll see)
And how they keep me busy! They will be the death of me!
They are all so very hyper that they bounce around all day,
And they all know how to bother me; I think they must be fey.

Loiosh, he is a sparrow and the oldest of the three,
When we was but an hour old he fell out of his tree.
Now he lives with humans, so he talks and flies around,
And though his legs are badly hurt his chirps and temper bound.

Chex is loud, he loves to sing, he thinks he is the best.
He struts around his cage and tweets, puffing out his chest,
And if some people come to stay he tries to entertain;
He sings to us and squawks aloud and rattles his toy chain.

Robinson is still quite young, she thinks she's just a chick.
And while she often loves to play she won't learn one lone trick!
She likes outside, she'll wear her leash, she's patient with small kids,
She's kind and calm, quiet, sweet, but won't do as I bid!

One morning very early, before the sun was up,
I rose and found the shining dew on every buttercup.
And my brand-new baby birdies, like the noisy things they are,
Had already started singing to the pale, fading stars!

Back to the living room

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