The Blah-Blah bird sits on my shoulder Having her there makes me feel bolder, For whenever she hears peeps talking lies She taps on my arm and blinks both her eyes. The BB is taught, when she's a chick, How to see porkies by the shape of folks' lips. For small ones she blinks, for mid-size she bows For bigguns she gives a small peck on my nose. Walking with her changes the way, Helping me know if what people say Is really the truth, or just pack of lies.
