Greyson the Grey Bird Twas the night Before Christmas When all through the room Not a birdie was stirring because morning would be here soon Our stockings all hung on our cages with care In hopes That St. Nicholas Soon would be there Us birdies were nestled with our heads in our back With visions of pine nuts being left in a sack And mom in her sweatpants And I on my perch Had just settled down when I started to search There out on the lawn I saw something red I sprang from my perch and screeched until mom said Go to sleep now Grey Bird because morning will come and you will be tired if sleep has not won The moon it was shining thru my window so bright that I saw his reflection that man of the night When what To my little beady eyes Should I see But a miniature sleigh And eight tiny…wait, what could that be Parrots, I tell you he had flying his sleigh there were eclectus and cockatiels And an african grey. More rapid than Cockatoos His courses they came As he whistled And shouted And called Them by name Now Greyson Now Jimmy Now Kate Now Tiki On Rosie On Bella On Cody and Coco To the top Of the perch To the top Of the wall Now fly-away fly-away fly-away all As seed hulls Before the flapping of wild wings make them fly When they meet With an obstacle Mount to the sky So up To the perchtop The courses They flew With a sleigh Full of seeds, nuts and fruit And St. Nick Bird too And then In a twinkling I heard on the wall The tapping And dancing Of each little claw As I untucked my head And was turning around Down the chimney St. Nick Bird Came with a bound He was dressed All in feathers From his head To his feet And his beak Was all tarnished With millet and seed A bundle of bird seed He had flung On his wing And he looked Like a Parakeet who was ready to sing His eyes How they twinkled His beak how merry His tail was all red like the color of a cherry His drawl little beak Was drawn up like a bow And the beard of his chin Was just downy feathers all a glow The stump of his tail was covered in soot and his black little beak was cleaning his foot He had a grey face And a round little look and an evil little laugh that’d been seen on Facebook. He was thin and lean but very handsome in deed and I thought for second it was me that I’d seen A wink of his eye And a twist of his head Soon gave me to know I better get back to bed He spoke not a word But went straight To his work And filled all our bowls Then turned With a jerk An laying a claw Along side of his beak An giving a nod Up the chimney He sneaked He flew To his sleigh To his team Gave the word An away They all flew Like the down Of a bird But I heard him exclaim As he flew off his hut Merry Christmas to all You wanna pine nut? Like Comment
Posted on: Thu, 25 Dec 2014 22:41:32 +0000
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