poem to cheer

we are like fat baby budgies waddling about,
we got no hair to shout about,
some of us have sickness and lizardy skin
some of scream cause of the state were in
sometimes others just don’t care to hear
so throw things round the kitchen & make it clear
we are the martyrs we make things so
and when we are ill they don’t care to no
were out on a limb just balancing there
hoping we will eventually get some hair
so look in the mirror at the budgie you see
& one day we will fly just wait and see
over the clouds and under the sun
a new day will come and we WILL HAVE FUN