DOLLY, MOLLY AND FRED
Dolly was a parrot,
as pretty as could be,
all orange, green and yellow
a lovely sight to see.
One day, when she was in her cage
she stood upon one leg,
and then before she realized
she laid a little egg.
She sat upon that little egg
as if they were attached,
and in a while to her surprise
it opened up and hatched.
A tiny, scrawny, baby bird
poked out his wobbly head.
Then Molly, who was Dolly's friend
named the baby Fred.
But Dolly could not feed her son.
She lay ill in her bed.
“I’ll care for him”, young Molly said,
“ I'll keep him warm and fed.”
She took the frail baby bird.
She kept him warm and dry.
She fed him every hour or two,
just so he wouldn’t cry.
She took him everywhere she went,
to school, to work, to play.
She loved to have him with her.
He was never in her way.
They grew so close.
Soon it was clear
but this is also true,
because of Molly’s loving care
he is half-human too.
Just yesterday, to Molly’s joy,
although he seemed quite calm,
he opened wide his little beak, and said to her,
“THANKS MOM.”
