Creeping sound, sweet and pleasing,
you awoke me dear, every morning.
I got you as my special birthday gift,
and welcomed you, o' my tiny swift.
Hooked beak, round eyes, hold of claws,
after getting noticed, I love your pause.
With beautiful color, you fascinate,
Budgerigar you were my only favorite.
Once, I found you dull and silly,
you were going to meet your destiny.
birdie you became my world's best gift,
I miss you buddy each and every minute.
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