Испалец в колесе (сборник на русском и английском)

I have a little budgie

He is my very pal

I take him walks in Britain

I hope I always shall.

I call my budgie Jeffrey

My grandads name's the same

I call him after grandad

Who had a feathered brain.

Some people don't like budgies

The little yellow brats

They eat them up for breakfast

Or give them to their cats.

My uncle ate a budgie

It was so fat and fair.

I cried and called him Ronnie

He didn't seem to care

Although his name was Arthur

It didn't mean a thing.

He went into a petshop

And ate up everything.

The doctors looked inside him,

To see what they could do,

But he had been too greedy

He died just like a zoo.

My Jeffrey chirps and twitters

When I walk into the room,

I make him scrambled egg on toast

And feed him with a spoon.

He sings like other budgies

But only when in trim

But most of all on Sunday

Thats when I plug him in.

He flies about the room sometimes

And sits upon my bed

And if he's really happy

He does it on my head.

He's on a diet now you know

From eating far too much

They say if he gets fatter

He'll have to wear a crutch.

It would be funny wouldn't it

A budgie on a stick

Imagine all the people

Laughing till they're sick.

So that's my budgie Jeffrey

Fat and yellow too

I love him more than daddie

And I'm only thirty two.