In the jungle deep and merry,
Lives a parrot, bright and cherry.
""Cuppa-Creeley!"" it shouts with glee,
Every time it climbs the poetry tree.
[Chorus:]
Cuppa-Creeley,
Cuppa-Creeley,
Write a poem.
Short and feely.
Cuppa-Creeley,
Cuppa-Creeley,
Write a song.
Dance along.
Flapping wings of colors bold,
Tales of rhymes and stories told.
But wait! What's that? A twist in the tale,
""Barrs Pindakaars!""
Now what does that entail?
[chorus]
In a voice as sweet as honey jars,
It echoes through the bazaars,
""Barrs Pindakaars!"" again it calls,
A secret rhyme within the falls.