poem; A bird with a character.

Joseph Boy took the place of Flossie,
A Budgie with a yellow and green coat,
Not much company, he couldn't sing a note.
Each day when I got up I would say,
"Come on Joseph, are you ever
Going to talk? Say hello, or good-day,
A little bit of dangerous living,
Needs to come your way!"
Joseph Boy is a bird, who suddenly
Had to be heard. Chattering away
Until I say, "Ok, that's enough,"
but he keeps on tweeting,
As if saying "tough!
Here I am on my perch entertaining you,
and all you can do, is to say, "pipe down!"
No wonder I'm browned off."
Joseph Boy knows a thing or two,
Can see right through me.
And for two weeks he sat on his perch,
Not a word, not a tweet, he had gone
On strike, which made me wake
Up worrying in the night.
"OK, I say, let's call a truce,
I know when I'm beaten, have taken
The hint, you can tweet all the time,
If you say little rhymes!"
Well, he mulled it over for a day or two,
Then came through, with a barrage of talk,
In between a battering of the mirror,
A ringing of the bell, as if to tell
me how he felt.
Joseph is a budgie, we get on really fine,
He has learned to say, "Good-day, Hallo
Steve, I am a good boy, and goodnight,
When I switch off the light.
He is my delight!
Augustine Nash.