Tuesday, May 21 2013
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The Parrot
John Scheszka / Lane Smith
Intro
Listen, listen:
I’m not embarrassed; this is the story of a parrot,
Who was red and green, the prettiest thing you’ve ever seen.
She didn’t have a name; no wild animal does,
She’s in the jungle; see the trees, she’s flying above.
Yeah, her life is carefree, not a worry at all,
’Cause no animals hunt parrots; the birdie was tall.
She would fly to Iguazu by the waterfalls,
Listen to the humans; yeah, she liked how they talked.
Sitting in her tree, she’d repeat what she heard,
Until one day, this evil trapper named Bert heard her words.
He’s thinking, "I’m going to trap this bird,
This beautiful, charming, attractive bird."
He tried to coax the bird: "Hey, birdie, come here,"
He tried to make the bird do what he wanted, you hear?
Bert was the evilest liar, pulled out a piece of papaya,
The parrot wanted the fruit; it was what she desired.
She didn’t see the net until it was too late!
Bert said, "I’m going to take you to the United States,
I’m going to sell you to a lawyer named Mitch.
Little parrot, ha ha, you’re going to make me rich!"
We’re going to make it, if we all just try,
We’re going to make it; baby, we can fly. (x2)
We’re going to fly, man!
We’re going to fly, man!
Bert had the parrot in a cage on a boat on the river,
He whistleed a tune while he cooked his dinner.
The parrot, she wasn’t feeling too great,
Held in captivity; no, she couldn’t escape.
She tried to talk to Bert with the words she learned,
She said, "Let me out," but Bert’s back was turned.
And even if he heard, I mean the dude was mean.
Now she begged and pleaded to be free,
"Waak, please release me!" But Bert wouldn’t set her free,
She was shaking, thinking, "This is trouble for me."
Now she was getting frantic, desperate, upset, going to throw a tantrum any moment,
Trapped in a cage on a boat that’s floating, needed someone just to hug or hold hands,
Hold beaks, hold feet, feel the breeze as she flies away.
She was more sad than Little Bo Peep, okay? (Sad than Little Bo Peep, okay?)
But wait! This story’s not tragic; the ending’s not sad,
Because the parrot starting chewing on the lock, man.
And her beak was so strong just from cracking some nuts,
And the lock was kind of old; it had started to rust.
Just when she was almost done hoping,
She cracked open the lock, and pushed the door open.
Bert turned around, saw what was going down,
He grabbed his net, "Hey, birdie, I’m going to get you now!"
But the parrot took off, and she squawked, "Bye, bye!"
She was free now in the big, vast blue sky.
We’re going to make it, if we all just try,
We’re going to make it; baby, we can fly. (x2)
We’re going to fly, man!
We’re going to fly, man!
Listen, listen:
I’m not embarrassed; this is the story of a parrot,
Who was red and green, the prettiest thing you’ve ever seen.
She didn’t have a name; no wild animal does,
She’s in the jungle; see the trees, she’s flying above.
Yeah, her life is carefree, not a worry at all,
’Cause no animals hunt parrots; the birdie was tall.
She would fly to Iguazu by the waterfalls,
Listen to the humans; yeah, she liked how they talked.
Sitting in her tree, she’d repeat what she heard,
Until one day, this evil trapper named Bert heard her words.
He’s thinking, "I’m going to trap this bird,
This beautiful, charming, attractive bird."
He tried to coax the bird: "Hey, birdie, come here,"
He tried to make the bird do what he wanted, you hear?
Bert was the evilest liar, pulled out a piece of papaya,
The parrot wanted the fruit; it was what she desired.
She didn’t see the net until it was too late!
Bert said, "I’m going to take you to the United States,
I’m going to sell you to a lawyer named Mitch.
Little parrot, ha ha, you’re going to make me rich!"
We’re going to make it, if we all just try,
We’re going to make it; baby, we can fly. (x2)
We’re going to fly, man!
We’re going to fly, man!
Bert had the parrot in a cage on a boat on the river,
He whistleed a tune while he cooked his dinner.
The parrot, she wasn’t feeling too great,
Held in captivity; no, she couldn’t escape.
She tried to talk to Bert with the words she learned,
She said, "Let me out," but Bert’s back was turned.
And even if he heard, I mean the dude was mean.
Now she begged and pleaded to be free,
"Waak, please release me!" But Bert wouldn’t set her free,
She was shaking, thinking, "This is trouble for me."
Now she was getting frantic, desperate, upset, going to throw a tantrum any moment,
Trapped in a cage on a boat that’s floating, needed someone just to hug or hold hands,
Hold beaks, hold feet, feel the breeze as she flies away.
She was more sad than Little Bo Peep, okay? (Sad than Little Bo Peep, okay?)
But wait! This story’s not tragic; the ending’s not sad,
Because the parrot starting chewing on the lock, man.
And her beak was so strong just from cracking some nuts,
And the lock was kind of old; it had started to rust.
Just when she was almost done hoping,
She cracked open the lock, and pushed the door open.
Bert turned around, saw what was going down,
He grabbed his net, "Hey, birdie, I’m going to get you now!"
But the parrot took off, and she squawked, "Bye, bye!"
She was free now in the big, vast blue sky.
We’re going to make it, if we all just try,
We’re going to make it; baby, we can fly. (x2)
We’re going to fly, man!
We’re going to fly, man!
