Parrots are the strangest birds
Cos, tho’ they’re pre-disposed to screech,
They can be taught to utter words –
They’re capable of simple speech.

They have no concept of their meaning,
They lift one foot to scratch their head,
Indulging in their daily preening,
Oblivious to what they’ve said.

So, can we really claim they ‘speak’?
To claim intelligence is folly.
When word-like noises leave their beak
It’s usually just “Pretty Polly”

Parrots have no spiritual needs,
For ‘deeper meaning’ they don’t search.
They’re happy sucking sunflower seeds,
Or shuffling up and down their perch.

They don’t opine or contemplate,
They have no views on life hereafter,
Or ponder on the parrots’ state,
Tell them a joke – you’ll get no laughter.

But … what if they believed in God
And knew about His holy law?
Wouldn’t they consider odd
That ‘He’ is not a huge macaw?