Parrot Feathers
A flock of parrots.
Is a beautiful thing,
Early in the morning,
In the cool of the day.
You're walking along,
Smelling the dew,
When suddenly a commotion,
A scatter of feathers,
And there up above you,
In greens, blues, and yellows,
They leave the tree,
In an organized chaos.
Is a beautiful thing,
Early in the morning,
In the cool of the day.
You're walking along,
Smelling the dew,
When suddenly a commotion,
A scatter of feathers,
And there up above you,
In greens, blues, and yellows,
They leave the tree,
In an organized chaos.
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