Saturday, 17 January 2015

The Parrot

I glide, from tree to tree,
When I'm soaring, I feel the air current,
Up  in the trees it's so tropical,
I always see other animals.

Never do I fly down, when big cats are around,
When I see some juicy worms I just can't,
Me and the other parrot's circle, it's so fun,
We often dive down, it's very damp.

When I was younger, I was the loudest,
My mother taught me how to fly,
I kept falling but it was still fun.

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