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Potter, the parrot perched
all day on a stick.
He copied every word he
heard with an accent so thick.
Nobody could understand him
when he spoke in Portugese.
Not even the other parrots,
not even when Potter sneezed.
One day a little boy named
Paul stood in front of the parrot cage.
He said, “Want a cracker?”,
but Potter snarled and showed his rage.
Instead of repeating the
words that Paul had said,
Potter spoke in Portugese
then pecked Paul on the head.
A little girl named
Victoria stopped to speak to Potter too.
She very politely asked
him, “How do you do?”
Potter squawked and flapped
his wings and repeated what she said,
But Victoria didn’t
understand so she ran off instead.
Everyone that passed him by
tried to understand his words,
But Potter wasn’t like the
others; he was a strange sort of bird.
The sun was out; the sky
was blue when a man all dressed in red,
Stood in front of Potter
and spoke Portugese, saying he just got out of bed.
Potter was delighted that
the man could understand,
So they spoke together for
a while; both thought it was quite grand.
Every day from then on the
man in red came by,
Spoke to Potter, brought
him treats, like cookies and pie. |
