The little blue budgie Sugar Boy
went to the vet this afternoon
with a tumor on his back.
He’s eleven years old, you know.
He may not survive an operation
and it’s very expensive.
But the alternative
is that it will keep growing
until he can’t move anymore
or we could close his little eyes
now and let him go
back to God.
He’s such a happy scamp.
He waits for me to clean his cage
directing every move
and then runs to bang the mirrors
until they’re just in line
to see his little friends.
He sings and dances
jumps and runs
swings and rings the bells.
So what shall become of Sugar Boy?
a no-brainer, I replied,
God guide your healing hand.
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