Bort is a slight buttery fowl
From time to time he sits atop my shoulder while I do schoolwork
Do not position your digit adjacent or he will chew
He enjoys to eat spuds and popcorn
He does not like to arise from his enclosure but every so often he does
He cannot soar very well so he runs from one place to another on the floorboards
When he attempts to flutter, he sails into belongings
He correspondingly poops a lot
Bort is my preeminent companion
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