I had a parrot called Curiosity,
Who could speak Chinese and Latin,
He could operate a sewing machine,
And could sew up any pattern.
He could strike a match and boil a kettle,
He could brew up Earl Grey Tea,
Perform with a ventriloquists dummy,
Which he sat upon his knee.
But I warned him and I warned him,
Not to sit on the window cill,
Not to sit with the window open,
And it was not because of the chill.
I warned him and I warned him,
Not to sit there where he sat,
And soon enough, as it turned out,
Curiosity was killed by the cat.
Thank you M