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Children's Poems
by Margo Fallis
Bad Habits

Bad Habits

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.”

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