The Parrot Who Knew Too Much

Perched up high, a nosy spy, a feathery fiend with a twinkling eye. Mimics whispers, spills the tea, squawking secrets recklessly! "Mrs. Jones wears curlers bright!" "Mr. Clark snores every night!" "Lucy kissed the mailman twice!" "Grandpa hides a stash of dice!" The neighbors glare, the house is tense, one loose beak, at their expense. Locked away, but still he crows-- "Wait 'til you hear what the banker knows!"