Sunshine

She sits upon a perch A vision of green and yellow And to look her you'd think She is quiet, shy and mellow. But woe betide you though If you should sneeze or cough If you play music she doesn't like You've had it, shell be off. She is a very pretty boy And tells us every day But we love her just same Even when she has lots to say. We love our little birdie Sunshine is her name And without her squawking It wouldn't be the same.