The Merry Mesmerizer

Who do you think the MERRY MESMERIZER is? Does this being live its life to the fullest? If so, how well does it thrive? Read on to know more! ----------------------------- Oh, pretty bird! I see you spry every morn',

With your little ones in your nest without forlorn ,

I never saw thee sad, but always blithe,

I never think if you notice me or not,

But I always notice your little ones so short!

I know you have no teeth,

Instead, a sharp-curved beak,

With feathery wings thou fly,

Across the hills and forests so wide,

Fluttering swiftly above the Kyle!

Spreading your wings and flying over the vale,

Thou bringest unto me a tale,

I lie down on the ground, filled with grass

Thy voice is so beautiful, filled to the brim with melody,

Thy voice, for me, is a mystery!

Oh, cockatoo! How is your cry so sweet?

Like a ripe, red, fluffy beet!

Flowers sway to your tune,

You sing from morn to night,

Which blends with the beautiful twilight!

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