Josie gets to write all the poems
But I will have my turn
I want to write a poem about
How she began a Christmas ornament

Josie is not a good flyer, in fact
She gets in to a lot of trouble with
Her crash landings and such
Her last one was the best
She couldn’t stop and flew
Straight into the Christmas tree

And became an ornament
Mommy started laughing
It was a sight to see
A yellow feathered budgie
Trying to get out of the tree
She really looked silly hanging there

I can fly better than that and
I told her so, maybe next year
She will be the star on the top
After all she thinks she is already

©  Ceol

Everyone asks us how we got our names
It really is quite simple; they just fit who we are

I am Josie Smarty-pants Nibbles
Smarty-pants is simple, that was the
Name of my mate, he was a very
Clever budgie and suited that name

Nibbles is what I like to do to my
Mommy’s ears, but especially to
Shining jewellery I want for my very own
So she gave me all the names and that is
What I’m called

I’m Kiko-san Chatterbox and I live up
To my name, I chatter all day long so
Chatterbox is my last name
Kiko means a life child and she
Told me that I had such a will to live
She had to name me that

So you see our names are quite
Ordinary just like human children
Who have very different names
It doesn’t really matter what you
Are called, you are loved just the same

©  Ceol

I like to eat all Kiko’s seeds
They just taste much nicer

I wait until he leaves his house
And sneak in for a bite

Mommy tells me all the seeds
Are the same and I’m a little brat

I don’t believe her, she can’t be right
What she gives him is always better

©  Ceol

We have special friends that we see everyday
Kiko-san says my friend looks just like me
We talk and chatter all day long
But we never meet

Mommy tells us that our friends are
Just us looking in our mirrors
We just don’t believe her
She can’t be right, there is no
Such thing as budgies in a mirror

©  Ceol

Mommy is a writer
And we get quite upset
She forgets about us
When she starts something new

It is so boring when
She gets this way
So we yell at her
To come and play

She found an answer
To our problem
She gave us our own site
Now we get to write about
All the things we like

©  Ceol

This is my poem and I get to talk about millet:

You can have your carrots and such
I love millet; red, yellow or brown
I just want it all
For breakfast, lunch or dinner
Bring it on

Mommy says it make me fat
I don’t really care
She can eat her chocolate and
I get what I want

©  Ceol

I can fly,
I can fly so high!

Make a wish and spread your wings,
Come and play with me!

For, I am a little budgie, and
I can fly and I can really soar!

You are a little boy, who can only sit and watch,
You dream and plan that magic time when you will really fly!

Then come fly with me and feel the wind lift up my tiny wings,
For I am your dream of flight come true!

When you dream the way, you do.

©  Ceol

Two little budgies had a little prayer
They wanted God to hear

“We thank you dear Creator
For each other’s company

We thank you for the
Budgie seeds and millet we get everyday

We thank you for the safe little homes
We rest in every night

We thank you for our mommy
Who love and care for us

We thank you for our
Gift of speech

We especially want to thank you
For the ability to fly”

Amen

©  Ceol

We are very busy budgies
We have lots to do all day

We keep our mommy busy
And supervise everything

We chatter and squawk to
Make our wishes known

We tell her how to do things
You think she would already know

We know how to wash the clothes
And put away the dishes

We tell her how to sweep the floors
And clean the windows too

We are so very busy
We really get quite tired

So now, our poem is ended
We have to have a nap

©  Coel