North Beach, San Francisco
“He's not pining, he's passed on.
This parrot is no more.
He has ceased to be.
He's expired and gone to
meet his maker.
He's a stiff, bereft of life,
he rests in peace.
If you hadn't have nailed him
to the perch he'd be
pushing up the daisies.
He's rung down the curtain
and joined the choir invisible.
This is an ex-parrot!”
Monty Python
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