My Bird Julio Poem by Paul C. Maybury Jr.

My cockatiel's a funny lad
He stands five inches tall.
I bought him 'cause he looked so sad
Encaged there by the wall.

I was there to pay the city
for a license for my pup.
'How much? ' I asked in pity,
'We'll have to look it up.'

They said 'He's very grumpy
and he'll fly into a rage.'
His feathers were all lumpy
As he stood there in his cage.

I cautiously approached
as he watched with small dark eye.
'Don't touch him! ' I was coached,
'He'll bite you if you try.'

He shook his little shoulders
and he turned his little back.
The clerk he searched his folders
But my bird he could not track.

'There isn't any name wrote down,
but he comes from the North End.'
'Well, now he's in our end of town.
What will I have to spend? '

'Well, he's been here for a week or so,
And his bites they are not funny.
We'll be glad to see him go,
you will not need much money.'

And so I took him in the car
off to his new abode.
I hope it doesn't leave a scar,
You'd think he never rode.