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~::~ Polly & The Bird ~::~
Little Polly had a bird
One that never spoke a word
Try as she might
Beak shut tight
Not a twitter it murmured
.
Yellow and blue feathers
Lovely hued tethers
Golden brown beak
Not a chirpy squeak
Just mute in all weathers
.
Cried little Polly
Loved it more than her dolly
But wouldn’t listen to her
Never a small whisper
Silent as if it was folly
.
Crying her heart out
All Polly did was pout
One day came bird catcher
Who was a constant watcher
And was a bird lout
.
He approached noiselessly
The bird watched wordlessly
He picked up her cage
Bird shouted in rage
Called out to Polly helplessly
.
Polly saw the thug
She pulled out a mug
Threw at him, he fainted
The bird unhurt, untainted
Perched on Polly’s rug
.
At last Bird spoke amiably
&Polly became all bubbly
Such a divine tone
& spoke everything it had known
Chattering continuous affably
.
Never did it then stop
With every word a hop
Polly was most glad
Never ever was she sad
And they chitchatted non-stop
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