She bites me when I give her food
So pretty but, so very rude
She bit me for hanging her bell
And for that mirror, gave me hell

Pale powder blue, with heart of black
Sky colored things should not attack
Her pastel-ness belies her mood
Tiny bird, big attitude

She bites me when I fill her water
She bit me for the perch I bought her
She bites me for cleaning her cage
She's always in a feathered rage

How come you have her? you might ask me
Why'd you pick a pet so nasty?
I didn't choose to be her owner
She must have used a sucker sonar

Last year over the fence she flew
Almost landed in the barbecue
I saved her from being charred
My thanks? fingers now scabbed and scarred

I ran an ad, no one would claim her
Perhaps because they couldn't tame her
Why chase this one when there's a mess of
Attractive birds much less aggressive?

What can I do? This bird is cruel
She's vicious, mean, but I'm a fool
I still adore her even though
She thinks I'VE really got to go