I have a little budgie
He is my very pal
I take him walks in Britain
I hope I always shall.
I call my budgie Jeffrey
My grandads name’s the same
I call him after grandad
Who had a feathered brain.
Some people don’t like budgies
The little yellow brats
They eat them up for breakfast
Or give them to their cats.
My uncle ate a budgie
It was so fat and fair.
I cried and called him Ronnie
He didn’t seem to care
Although his name was Arthur
It didn’t mean a thing.
He went into a petshop
And ate up everything.
The doctors looked inside him,
To see what they could do,
But he had been too greedy
He died just like a zoo.
My Jeffrey chirps and twitters
When I walk into a room,
I make him scrambled egg on toast
And feed him with a spoon.
He sings like other budgies
But only when in trim
But most of all on Sunday
That’s when I plug him in.
He flies about the room sometimes
And sits upon my bed
And if he’s really happy
He does it on my head.
He’s on a diet now you know
From eating far too much
They say if he gets fatter
He’ll have to wear a crutch.
It would be funny wouldn’t it
A budgie on a stick
Imagine all the people
Laughing till they’re sick.
So that’s my budgie Jeffrey
Fat and yellow too
I love him more than daddie
And I’m only thirty-two.
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