She calls them Mittoo and Cheethu
She speaks to them daily
She calls them Mamma's babies
She feeds them milk and fruits
She showers love on them
They ought to be very happy
They have everything they need
Except, they live in a cage
They cannot fly out as they wish
The cage is too small
They cannot even spread their wings
They're parrots, for God's sake...
She speaks to them daily
She calls them Mamma's babies
She feeds them milk and fruits
She showers love on them
They ought to be very happy
They have everything they need
Except, they live in a cage
They cannot fly out as they wish
The cage is too small
They cannot even spread their wings
They're parrots, for God's sake...
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