Chip! Chip! Chipiuk!
High in the tree sits the parrot named Eva,
A true “Independence” and “Power” believer.
She squawks from her nest, selling books by the pile,
With a bright, feathered grin and a separatist style.
Below her stands Keith, with a grin and a flag,
Waiting for pieces of Canada to snag.
And there’s Donald Trump, with his hands open wide,
Ready to catch whatever falls from that side!
But look at Big Tex, in his robes and his hat,
Ignoring the physics of where he is at.
He’s cutting the limb with a rhythmic “zip-zap,”
Preparing the nest for a gravity trap.
The branch is half-gone, and the derrick is spinning,
While everyone pictured thinks that they’re winning.
But soon comes the crash, and the feathers will fly,
As the “Empowered” parrot falls down from the sky!