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Kumquats

The Sulphur- crested cockatoo is a noisy bird

Even in the twilight their squawking is heard

We know their intelligent and live many years

But when one spoke to me softly

Nearly brought on a tear

Now when I say spoke I don\'t know what he said

But I got the impression he wanted to be friends

Thing is, he was right above my kumquat trees

Each season destroyed by the flying trapeze

Like teenage vandals they tear them apart

Leaving nothing for me, but revenge in my heart

So I\'m a little suspicious of my new found friend

A con-man most subtle 

After his own end.