Jack was pecked at by a

cunning bird.

It was a big blue budgie,I have heard

He kept her well fed

She slept on his head

So much for the cat and her fur

Anne once had a poor sense of humour

Until she wed a young doctor Kumar

He showed her cartoons

Bought her perfume

After that all Is heard were their murmurs

There was a young lady in Barnet

Whose garden was covered in tarmac

When I asked her why

She started to cry

I never intended to harm it

Near the tree a little bird came by

A sparrow with a mirror in its eye