The pretentious parrot, lustrous, sleek,
Is graced with an impressive beak.
Clothed in plumes of brilliant hues -
He's born to show-off and amuse.
Well-known by his loud squawking call,
Designed to reach the ears of all,
He dines on fruit, on nuts and seeds
Which gladly meet his daily needs.
He's a lover of the warming sun
And he’s intelligent and fun.
He imitates the human voice -
But as a pet . . . . . a noisy choice!
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