A Tail of Red Feathers
To match her skirt of scarlet red
Below a long, grey coat,
The crown of feathers on her head
Above a soft, pink throat.
Below a long, grey coat
She perches on my broad shoulder.
Above a soft, pink throat
She sings a tune when I hold her.
She perches on my broad shoulder,
Asking me to tickle.
She sings a tune when I hold her,
An attractive whistle.
Asking me to tickle
The crown of feathers on her head.
An attractive whistle
To match her skirt of scarlet red.
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