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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!"
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Alesia Leach
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