The Rainbow Lorikeet
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The bully of the parrot world, the Rainbow Lorikeet
To find one that was friendly, would be quite a feat
They will fight all other parrots, those larger and the small
They always fight among themselves, 'till no strangers left at all
We have one that we call Grumpy, he shows not the slightest fear
Not even for the human kind, we have invited here
Touch his seed he'll get a finger, or maybe even worse
He strikes so quick and by surprise, would make a Parson curse
At times the ducks from our canal, come up and gather round
Grumps rides them like a jockey, with the wildest screeching sound
Flapping wings and biting neck, no mercy does he show
Until they reach the water, only then does he let go
Red Wattle birds can beat a crow, to Grumps they show defeat
He has the violence of the devil, and a passion can't be beat
One day he went a bit too far, a young Rosella killed
Can't have that going on round here, a trap I had to build
Sunflower seed sat on the plate, a line tied to the trip
When he and his wife had entered, I gave the catch a slip
Took the cage and put it in the boot, he would relocate
Drive an hour down to the river, will release you here old mate
They flew off did a circle, came back perched in a tree
They stopped to say goodbye to us, or so it seemed to me
They took off flew down the river, parting is such pain
We knew now they had left us, never would see them again
The trip home was a quiet one, gave us time to think
How friends can come from anywhere, just have to make the link
Six days later there in bed, a lorikeet heard call
I recognised old Grumpy's sound, nearly made me bawl
When I took him west I felt quite sure, that longitude would win
Before we had a timepiece, it kept humans in a spin
But now he's home and shows he's smart, no more homicidal
He still does stick up for his dig, in charge and never idle
Never held a grudge to us, even after that long trip
Will perch upon my good wife's head, and rarely makes a slip
Comes and sits down on my knee, much as if to say
If we behave ourselves from now, any chance you'll let us stay
True story of a lorikeet pair at sussex inlet nsw Australia
Copyright © Warren Mbaht | Year Posted 2020
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