Princess of her nest, she has been.
Her tail with a red plop at the joint,
With elegance so royal, if I point.
She is Liza the beauty queen,
A dream from the fairyland of a teen.
She sits in her nest like a scoop on a cone,
She is with Mac and not alone.
They assist each other to hack the eggs,
When Sandy disturbs them, Mac fights with Greg.
They are the occupants of the same zone,
I've seen them talk, even on the phone.
You must be confused as to who are they,
So much attention, to whom I pay.
Let me introduce them, to you without fail,
They are the birds who from India hail.
Liza and Mac are a couple I say,
In my home the two stay.
Sandy and Greg are their family friends,
These birds also follow human trends.
They are my buddies if you wish to meet,
Come to my house on Verona street.
They have their nest in the mango tree,
They are my tenants who live for free.
