God gave the brave a voice,
So we could speak out for the rest:
For ones with little choice,
And all who do their best.
This story is all about Molly,
Who got a pet parrot named Polly,
But the bird did not talk,
She wouldn’t even squawk,
But Molly still thought she was jolly.
Then one day when Molly felt sad,
She told her mum and her dad,
She’d go for a walk,
While they taught Polly to talk,
And when they agreed she was glad.
As she picked some daisies for stringing,
She heard the telephone ringing,
So when she got home,
She ran to the phone,
But found it was just Polly singing.