Call Me Birdseye Pete
If I was an Australian lorikeet
I’d allow you to call me Mr. Birdseye Pete
Flying to the East Indies rather neat
Yes I would travel far to find my sweet.
Pretty nest we’d make that you could not beat.
All eight of our boy birds we would call Pete.
The girls would be called names that rhyme so neat.
Possible names like Jeet, Bleat, Feat, and Sheet.
I will have a wife the next time we meet.
Or my name is not Mr. Birdseye Pete.
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