"If I Came Back Again: Life as a Parrot"

"If I Came Back Again: Life as a Parrot"

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If I could come back and live life again,
Mate, I wouldn’t pick man — not once, not then.
I'd come back as a parrot, bright feathered and loud,
Sky for my roof, gum trees my crowd.

No wars in the bird world, not like down here,
Sure, there’s a squabble, but nothing severe.
A nip for a nut, a flap for some seed,
Not blood on the ground for money or greed.

Wild and free, not locked in a cage,
No bosses, no clocks, no minimum wage.
No one to tell me “You’re too short, too small,”
In the sky, mate, size don’t matter at all.

God lays it all out — bush tucker galore,
Banksia, wattle, fig trees and more.
No shopping, no hoarding, no junk piled high,
Just fruit and the wind, and a clean, wide sky.

No worries about partners, no desperate fight,
Find who you find, when the time feels right.
No app swipes, no suit, no tie,
Just a dance on a branch ‘neath an open sky.

No need for gadgets, no phone in my claw,
No slogging away till my feathers are raw.
Up high I’d soar where no man can go,
Then dive down low, smooth and slow.

Shelter? Easy — a hollow in a tree,
A bit of shade, that’s enough for me.
No rent, no rates, no bills to dread,
Just leaves for a roof and sky for a bed.

The sun can blaze, the rain can pour,
But there’s no stress, no locked front door.
Life is just life — renewal and song,
Always coming back as a bird, all along.

Over and over, bright colours and flight,
Wings wide open from morning to night.
If I had my say when it’s all said and done,
I’d come back as a parrot, wild under the sun.

Because up there, mate, there’s no corruption, no strife —
Just freedom, just friendship, just simple life.