Or the mists will give you a cold
And a parrot whose lungs have once
Been touched, will never live to be old.
Never eat plums that are not quite ripe
For perhaps they will give you a pain.
And never dispute what the horn-bill says
Or you’ll never dispute again.
Never despise the power of speech,
Learn every word as it comes for this
Is the pride of the parrot’s race.
That it speaks in a thousand tongues.
Never stay up when the sun goes down
But sleep in your own home bed
And if you’ve been good as a parrot
You’ll dream that your tail is red.
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