Polly P
Polly Parrot.
I'm Polly Parrot and never quiet
some moan that I talk all day.
I says to the Ladies, causing a riot
as they don't like much what I say.
I shout, oooh-er missus
let me smear you with kisses
and they blush as they turn to say.
They turn around to locate the sound
asking Jasper the Dapple Grey Horse.
Well yes of course, nods the Dapple Grey Horse
I'll reveal all to you for a juicy red carrot.
For it was not I, was Jasper's cry
but that noisy, pesky Polly the Parrot.
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