Our Hayleys Budgie

Our Hayley had a budgie, she loved it very much singing in his cage all day, his feathers soft to touch then one day I found him, on the bottom of the cage just a bundle of still feathers, it may have been old age I knew how much our Hayley, would be sad and so distraught so I went down to the pet shop, and another one I bought, I placed the new one in the cage, with tender loving care she will not know the difference, when she hears it singing there She was too young to know of death, and things that went away and so we tried to shield her, she’d know all that one day She came home that afternoon, and went straight to the cage the budgie looked, but did not sing, and then it ran away Something funny here she said, don’t know quite what to do this budgie has green feathers, but this morning it had blue A bit of quick fast talking, birds can moult, and feathers fall the changing of the seasons, I really said it all She pretended to believed me, and the story she would cop ‘cause she was only four or five, and after all, I was her Pop