Requiem for a Budgerigar

Your melon is too messy; an endive is too small and it flies like a badminton birdie on methadone. Lettuce explodes on impact. Your cranium contains parakeet insanium. Thus, tomato pancakes sing this song, to be sung as an operatic JG Wentworth advertisement.

Once a viking, pirate was he

Ninja parakeet, oh, you see,

Red palm trees, they grow in grass

That has no-thing to do with glass!

But our parakeet

He is green!

One day he found a sheet

It had a certain sheen

And suddenly,

Bananas!

Thousands of them!

Thus.