(notice bottom left corner)
Love Bird
Fine lady
Your beak shines like black leather shoes
Your Pink Plumes
Fashioned elegantly on your head
Are most impressive- even more so
Than your silk fan
And dress of light blue.
Oh! How your purple royal robe
Suits you so.
And I, being a kind red parrot
Shall let you know…
I can not yet …bid you adieu.
I wish you’d take my hand for a dance
But lo, the cunning blue jay has now advanced
He has caught your eye and I
Am left behind
Even the old pigeon stands over your shoulder
Begging for a single glance; a sign.
A timid fish risks his safety
Approaching you for a chance
You stand austere and sure you’ve found
A jay to pass the next dance.
Fair pink bird
I have nothing to do.
I stare down at my top hat
Thinking only
of you.
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