Jive

Jive the parrot.
Jive the parrot was getting cold, he and his friends yelled to the old.
The gray haired krisna ran outside, to take the birds inside.
But as mishap had it that day, the parrot flew away.
The sun had begun to set, and shadows began to hug the ground.
Old robed one set the party afoot to find the parrot Jive.
Jive, Jive, Jive!!!!
The party looked high and low, and farther and closer.
But as the hour passed, no bird was found intact.
The youth who looked on the watch, soon found the time had come to leave the darkened place.
The krisna nun, muttered to herself, "None of us shall sleep tonight", as the parrot "Jive" was lost.
The youth left.