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I talked with Mr. Parrot

Indeed Indeed I did

He talked of his voyge

To see his uncle Sid

 

His uncle told him of the day 

 He saw the submarines dancing out in the bay 

 

I questioned his statement 

But he insisted it's true

And then I asked my self a question

Why am I talking to you?

 

I sat down in the corner

Playing with the idea in my head

And then I realized I was talking

To a parrot that was dead

 

So now you know what can happen when you have this much free time

You might talk to an animal

That doen't know a single rhyme

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