My Conure

Little birdie, chirpy and petite, you're not the kind I'd like to eat, though your cheeks are green with a cinnamon streak. Your voice makes a gym sneaker-like squeak. Your rainbow colors are full of luster and your physique is fluffy like a feather duster. Your wings are sleek and iridescent, and you have a fresh, local pond scent. Little birdie, you're more than a treat. You're charming and playful, caring and neat. You dangle upside down just to please, and stand on one leg with a gymnast's ease. Little birdie, chirpy and petite, you're not the kind I'd like to eat. I'd never leave you, my little bird, nor mistreat you, my little bird. I'd never eat you; that’d be absurd.