Filk: Ode to a Grey Parrot

by Dave Aronson

Once upon a time, I shared an apartment with a guy who owned an African Grey parrot (Congo, not Timneh). That was okay, and in fact she was kinda fun. Except... he stayed up late... and therefore so did she... and therefore so did I, against my will.

(To the tune of the Jeopardy theme; original title and composer's name elude me at the moment.)

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Wake me up at 3 A.M.? Things I'll do, Audo- bon won't okay 'em: Throw you in a little pot, And eat you up all steaming hot. Birdies should be sleeping then But you just don't seem To know that it's when Humans must have peace and quiet. Parrot tastes great when... you... fry it!