Our pretty budgies love to chatter Oh how they love a little natter It's no good asking for some peace They keep on talking, never cease
Maybe they're saying their name in Latin Melopsittacus undulates, they're chanting Or possibly how hot's the weather And wonderfully cooling, to fluff their feathers
They may be talking of the crow outside And laughing at his big backside Or simply rejoicing at being alive To wake up cheery at half past five.