The Keets, Goldie and Blueboy, Oh My

There once was a family named Keets They spoke in a series of tweets Goldie was yellow and slender, of course Blueboy was puffy and had no remorse Together, they’d swing or gaze in the mirror And watching them peck could not have been dearer Their house was a castle of plastic and wire That echoed their chirps, an avian choir It always sat perched on Grandmother’s table And that was the start of this family fable You see, she would often leave open their door They could fly freely or even explore But one day, not seeing the window ajar She sighed as they both winged their way to a star Blueboy returned but Goldie was free How Grandmother cried as she did decree I’ll get my girl back , I’ll call the police Thinking for certain, they’d listen at least When asked to provide her name and address With no second thoughts, she muttered her best She lived on Byrd Street and this was no joke They did not believe her, had she misspoke? Sure lady! They said, no time for a game! Grandmother and Blueboy were never the same