So, I have this small parrot. It's an Indian Ringneck that I have owned since I was 13 years old so that makes him 20 going on 21, yes the longest relationship I've ever held. He's quite comical. He is also the party parrot. He likes beer, chicken wings, and pizza. He makes this squawking noise consistently unless I spray him with the water gun (at the recommendation of his veterinarian). It's not a full on soak, but just a little... hey I mean business. Tiki, is his name and many people have come to love and hate him through the years. He always leaves his mark on the people around him. My son is quite fond of him at the age of 2. I'd thought I'd make a little Ode to Tiki. It would have gone much easier if I had a cocktail in me, but I will improvise with exhaustion from my son not sleeping through then night.
Ode to Tiki you are so Squeaky
Ode to Tiki you, oh so Stinky
O' Bird why do you have so many tirds?
O' Bird why must you show us your curd?
Oh what a fellow that art so old....
Must I knit you a sweater for that featherless chest?
Oh, I see you must take a rest!
Ode to Tiki who loves cool-aid
Ouch to Tiki for my band aid!
What an old friend that I love dear!
Good to have you now and near!
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