My son’s bird loves to squeak and squawk
As through puckered lips, though he’s got none.
I think he likes to hear himself talk,
But his carrying on is not much fun.
I whistle back, though a little flat
Hinting, “Don’t give me none of your lip.”
He replies, with an ear piercing cry
Of, “Chip-chip-chirp, cheep-cheep-chirrip!”
For Suzette's Grook contest