Never tell a secret to a bird:
They've no scruples, you know;
They chatter the livelong day
To anyone who will listen.
They could never keep a secret,
Especially the crows and parrots-
The crows talk only to other crows,
But they tell all they know.
And parrots talk to humans and
They repeat everything said to them.
My momma always reminded me:
The trees have ears;
The wind has spies,
And you never know how many
Are hiding in the bush.
I can feel their beady little eyes
Whenever I go outside
And they always fly away-
Off, to pass along the latest rumor
They've picked up, as they were pretending
Only to be eyeing that juicy worm.
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