BUDDY In the early sun I thought it would be fun, To have a bird Who could say a word. Even now that I'm older I ignore the fact that he'd poop on my shoulder. I hated to clean his cage With every day changing the page. He learned to talk Like I did to walk. He was very tame, So I gave him a fitting name. You would have liked to know him And let him sit on a limb. You should have come on over And let him sit on your shoulder. His body was as blue as the ocean, And it was just as soft as lotion. His head was the color of gold, And he was very bold. I know since he had to die, That now he has new places to fly. We were the best of friends From the beginning to the end.