I saw the great young scarleccy,
Macaw in threatened land.
Flap his wings and look at me,
Posing, looking very grand.
I never saw a macaw look so sad!
But yet he seems so far in joy,
As he swoops, swoops and clorking "Choi!"
I think whatever is he thinking?
Mourn, or joy?
Sadness, possibly?
I'll never know, that's for sure.
Experience comes with birth, if not before.
I duck down, filled with great surprise!
As he dives off his perch and whooooosh!
He's off to terrorise.
I never knew, never, ever
And never will do.
For up sprang a marvellous being
Fur, spots, yellow and bright
Running, running up-down, spring-through
Why is it ever happening?
I run. I cannot wait any more for
I saw the great young scarleccy,
Macaw in threatened land.
Flap his wings and look at me,
Why am I, now, so sad?
