I know a girl in Wales she’s 3 dogs and a parrot

I very well know she feeds them up but none of them like carrots

She takes them out for nice long walks

Or splashing on the beach

I hope that they don’t swim out to far and go beyond her reach

 

They run around and hop and skip, the little one gets bolder

As she strolls nonchalantly up the beach, a parrot on her shoulder

Being that she lives in Wales and she’s from other parts

The locals can be forgiven for not knowing where to start

 

Rumour is that she’s a pirate, cast upon the shore

Or a brandy smuggler with caves behind the door

All this is unlikely though cos I know she’s just retired

And I have on good advice the house has been rewired

 

But as she snuggles down , the fire in the stove

And shuts the winter night out and the waves down by the cove

She’s slowly drifting off to sleep but wakes up in a state

Oh no it’s the bloody Parrot and his fecking ‘pieces of eight ‘!

 

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