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As a young teen,
she never liked parrots and bosses
Nah, never liked them at all
A parrot is always telling on you,
and a boss be always ordering you what to do
Rebellious hearts don't like none of that,
and she was a born rebel ... had a lot of sass
Young thing was a fire starter first class
Learned early on to keep the sibling parrots
in their cage
Learned it was best to throw a few crackers
their way
Free munchers usually won't
have anything bad to say
Handling a boss was an entirely different matter,
grown ups tend not to be moved by a lot of idle chatter
She figured you gotta use a little teenage finesse;
get a boss eating out of your hand,
and time will do the rest
Tell the boss how good they look and rule,
tip the boss off ... tell 'em Timmy and Jill
love to work longer hours after school
Her work for today is done,
the boss's trust is now won
Easy, peasy work
is how a teenager likes to get paid
Punching your own clock ...
that's when you really got it made
Now, about those parrots that are always chirping,
snitching on you
Telling mama and daddy everything you do
First give them parrots a hungry cat glare,
then watch them get the glassy-eye scared stare
Kid fear makes them wanna poop in the bedroom chair
Next, a simple stick pad sign saying, Repeat nothing,
this should do the trick
Because being bossed by younger kids
just makes this teenager sick
She's got the perfect plan for those parrots and bosses,
the best gamers always got the most wins over losses

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