Diane Hine - Parrot in Paradise lyrics

Parrot in the cyclone eye spread his sodden wings to dry. Wall of wind approaching sly snapped him up and flung him high. Swept aloft a hundred mile, dropped on black volcanic isle, Parrot viewed the ashy pile; not the jolliest exile. Parrot flew around the peak, finding there a pleasing scene. Brought a smile to his beak, a little paradise of green. After roaming full extent sadly, it seemed evident, on this fertile lava vent he alone was resident. Long he scanned surrounding seas for a sign to still unease. Tossed ashore, one day on breeze; a mat of storm-whipped splintered trees. Lifeless, though it first appeared, something moved and Parrot neared. In Chameleon's eyes he peered, 'How d'you do'? he squawked and cheered. 'What's your name? Please come ashore! I won't bore, I've tales galore. I can tell we've great rapport. Did I mention, I don't snore'? Cautiously, Chameleon left the safety of the raft. Black sand beach, it stepped upon. Parrot danced around, quite daft. 'Bu Parleur's my name, I'm fine; means I like to drink and talk. Let's ferment some island wine, we'll walk the talk and squawk the walk'. Parrot boasted, 'I'm a Chick……' 'Yes', Chameleon replied. 'What? No! Ha! Well done, you're quick; Chick Magnet'! Parrot glibly lied. Reaching welcome leafy shade, shy Chameleon's fears allayed, back and forth it gently swayed, swiveled turret eyes; surveyed. 'Can I call you Cham for short? Do you think I'm beady-eyed? Shall we dance, play cards or sport'? 'Yes', Chameleon replied. 'Do you like my feathered suit? Would you like some seeds or fruit'? (Cham caught fly, with aim astute) 'Wow', said Parrot, 'My, you're cute'. 'Like the way you aim and flick, love those slinky moves, real slick, I've got tricks and you've got shtick. What shall we do now? You pick' 'See my feet, you'll be enthralled, two toes forward, two toes back. ZygoDACtylous that's called. I dig your color-changing knack'. Parrot stared at Cham's small feet; cried 'I knew it! ain't life swell. We are so alike, that's neat. You're zygodactylous as well'! And so, the pair became firm friends, bonded by their common ends. Castaways the island tends, castaways the island mends. Soft the moonlit night descends, loud, the parrot's song ascends. Zygodactylous me…. Zygodactylous you... Zygodactylous we…. Zygodactylous two… Zygodactylous zygodactylous zygodactylous me…