Parrots Poem by gershon hepner

If you, deluded, think your wit a sign
of great intelligence, consider parrots
whose brains, the size of walnuts, psittacine,
are good as gold that's more than eighteen carats.
Not only can they speak, they even count
as well as children who are five or six.
Though we believe that we're the only fount
of wisdom, talking birds think we are hicks
whose skin lacks pretty feathers and perspires,
and lips can't crack a nut as well as beaks.
While we imprison parrots behind wires
they sing with tongues that are not in their cheeks.