Never get up till the sun gets up,
Or the mists will give you a cold,
And a parrot whose lungs have once been touched
Will never live to be old
Never eat plums that are not quite ripe,
For perhaps they will give you a pain;
And never dispute what the hornbill say,
Or you`ll never dispute again.
Never despise the power of speech;
Learn every word as it comes,
For this is the pride of the parrot race,
That it speaks in a thousand tongues.
Never stay up when the sun goes down,
But sleep in your own home bed,
And if you`ve been good, as a parrot should,
You will dream that your tail is red.
