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Indigo, the parrot, was
not like the others.
He didn’t have any
sisters, or have any brothers.
He lived by himself way
high in a tree
And liked it that way
because he was as sloppy as can be.
At the bottom of his
tree, all over the ground,
Lay a pile of chewed
nails, stacked high in a mound.
Indigo liked to bite his
claws all day long
While whistling and
squawking his nail-chewing song.
“Fa la la. I like my
nails.
They taste so good I
think I’ll save them in pails.
Fa la la. I like my
nails.”
The animals that came
walking by
Saw the chewed nails and
ran off, you can imagine why.
One morning an owl was on
his way to his tree,
When he spotted Indigo,
“What’s this I see?”
He landed next to the
parrot and let out a hoot.
“Don’t you dare spit your
dirty nails on my foot.
You’ve got a bad habit
there. It’s rather disgusting.
You should be doing
housecleaning, like tidying and dusting.”
Indigo gazed at the owl
and listened more.
The owl said, “Look at
all the nails on the jungle floor.”
Indigo looked down and
saw the pile of nails.
He hadn’t realized he’d
filled ten thousand pails.
“That is rather gross,”
Indigo squawked really loud.
“I feel embarrassed and
not very proud.”
“Clean up your act,” the
owl said and flew away.
Indigo sighed, bit his
nail and said, “Perhaps another day.” |
