In a cage up high, was a parakeet,
All day long he went tweet, tweet.
He would fly up, he would fly down,
He was a colorful little clown.
He loved to taunt the alley cat,
That underneath him always sat.
He mocked him day and night he did,
Right through the cage's wire grid.
One day the wind blew the cage down,
And it fell broken to the ground.
And the alley cat ran in for a meal,
But the parakeet was faster still.
He flew up to a branch quick as could be,
Glad he was safe and also free.
The heck with this he said, I gotta go,
And off he flew, to Mexico.
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