With me was living a nice parrot.
The friends had left him with me.
They were leaving far, far away,
Could not take Kesha with them.
I loved him and felt sorry for him.
He flew where he wanted in the flat.
Amused himself and played with me,
Got upset only sometimes.
He could chat without stopping,
Say funny words.
But sometimes it was like this - he gets suddenly sad
And says: "Gray-haired head".
- Kesha, my dear friend, what happenes with you?
He answers: "I want to Austr-r-ralia!"
- Kesha, wait, when I grow up
I will fly with you.
My parrot had not listened to me
And once flew out the window.
I have called for a long time: "Kesha, Kesha, Kesha!"
But outside the window it was dark.
He got lost in a big city
And could not find the way.
Help me, return Kesha!
Better friend in the world cannot be found.
Parrot Kesha
© Copyright: Антониа Ирина Голь, 2017
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