A budgie named BabyBlue X

This is a poem of love between two species

BabyBlue his name to be
Brought home by my parents
Siting in the store statly like a tree
His plummage showed of early life
My parents already loved him so
His churps became quite surfice
They got him a cage but made him a home
A happier bird will never be known
He's got his treats and his toys
Happy little bird I must say
Till that one day that I did learn he was more than happy he was concered, about his parents as they are of him
What a world to live in his plummage would not be trimed
All the lights would be dimmed
Certain care and a robust knowledge
for this bird they did learn, to whom they paid omege
Such happyness does this bring
that BabyBlue can now sing
He sings of his mother
and he sings of his father
He sings of love that is to them no bother
BabyBlue the budgie will live evermore
In my heart because it takes no wings to soar