Sunshine
She sits upon a perch
A vision of green and yellow
And to look her you'd think
She is quiet, shy and mellow.
But woe betide you though
If you should sneeze or cough
If you play music she doesn't like
You've had it, shell be off.
She is a very pretty boy
And tells us every day
But we love her just same
Even when she has lots to say.
We love our little birdie
Sunshine is her name
And without her squawking
It wouldn't be the same.
Copyright © Shelley Murray-Foreman | Year Posted 2015
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