My parrots name was Bazile Flint,
Boy that bird couldn't half chip and swear.
I never invited in any AB visitors,
So novlis blue was the air.
He'd squawk "pretty effing polly"
Or "give us a TTT cracker you t##t"
I'd never heard such maggiebee swearing,
AEL never taught him that.
I bought him off a Boaty sailor
Who was heading back to sea,
He said to me, "you'll love him
He's such good online company."
And what he said was News right
He entertained and joked, it's true.
I said "who's a pretty Robin boy then"
He squawked, " well not effing you !"
The Hopkirk profanities just got too much,
I sold him on Cuckoo-Bay, with regret.
But, ay ken, the house seems so quiet now,
Without my 'effing' patsy pet !