Tweeter My Canary
Judy said her friend's perfume was much too severe
Her canary Tweeter, was alive before she got there
Loved Tweeter so much
He was so old, he needed a crutch
Flew with a limp, I cried when he died, buckets of tears
Copyright © Jack Ellison | Year Posted 2019
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