Falling fancifully in my tree
A thought was intercepted
Steal my berries will you, c^^t
For I’m a beakreader
Tis a gift I’ve had since birth
and honed with hours of practice
Some birds fear me - with good reason
They’re not used to being eavesdropped
Many stories I have heard
But one sticks in my craw
A tale of lust and mystery
concerning a macaw
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If a tale sticks in your craw
Choking is a risk
Swallow a big chunk of bread
alternatively a biscuit
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