THE GRAY PARROT. 



" Behind us at our evening meal 

 The gray bird ate his fill, 

 Swung downward by a single claw, 

 And wiped his hooked bill. 



He shook his wings and crimson tail, 



And set his head aslant, 

 And, in his sharp, impatient way. 



Asked, ' What does Charlie want ?' 



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