Son wanted a pet bird, off to the budgy store
goes he and mom. It was young and intelligent,
so I held it my hand snuggly for about an hour
a day and trained it. At 1st it didn't like it but
after a few small food bribes it was happy.
It learned to come when it was called and return
to cage when asked, it's bird house cage door
was never closed....we called it Birdy.

A friend with a real dumb bertie gives us a budgy
we called Wally cuz the thing kept flying into
walls, no nav sense at all, even had a bent nose.

We let Birdy and Wally share the same cage,
then one time Wally flys out and down the hall.
Well Wally won't talk to me but, if I chirped,
Birdy would chirp and then Wally would chirp,
Wally wouldn't chirp to me, but he and Birdy
were friends and he'd chirp if Birdy chirped.

Well I used to hang my suit coats in the front
hall, and we found Wally in my inside pocket,
snarly as hell, but we liked Wally, even though
it was idiot Bertie.
Ken