My gran’s budgie ate Trill, he chewed up the seeds with a will,
He was imaginatively called Budgie Boy,
a mirror with a bell was his favorite toy,
which seemed to give him joy.
But when you opened the cage door,
he’d fly out and mess on the floor.
Then gran to no avail,
would try to coax him from the curtain rail,
my grandma’s budgie, who ate Trill.