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Outlaw Parrots
(on the wing)
by Bob Brault
busted outta that zoo pen aviary
like it was rubber chicken wire
we heard the Spanish Main callin'
(Pollyasnna wanna FIRE!)
gatherin' up the flock
from near and wide;
Layin' down the square-jawed Law
on the turtle waxed side
of all the cars down there
spreading mean green wings,
stinkin' up the air,
divin' down
like shootin' gallery ducks,
goin' who knows where ...
Outlaw parrots on the wing
Don't give a damn about that Human Thing
Just wanna soar
and score some sunflower seeds,
Make strange haunting sounds
and hide out in the weeds.
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