That is Priceless by Steve Melcher for February 27, 2025

Some of my 10/11/2021 comments are in this string:

/// When their two voices blend it’s harmonic,

which is actually somewhat ironic.

Molly wants them to croon

the identical tune,

whereas Polly prefers polyphonic.

My original comment: “Polly, if you go off key again, you’re going to be roasted with baby potatoes.”

The bird gave her the cold shoulder, after being named Pollyanna.

I don’t know that song. Can you squawk a few bars?

The parrot overtly averred/

“You might play some William Byrd/

Though a less pleasing choice/

Might be William Boyce/

Of whom you may also have heard..”///

I’m in the mood for a musical. How about “La Cage aux Pollies”?

For you to stop banging that confounded thing.

Doctor Parrot: “You see this beaker? I want you to fill it for me.”

Female Patient: “What from here???”

Lavender Brown fails her transfiguration midterm exam in a spectacular way

Jenny serenades her mute macaw on the spinet

She hasn’t figured out what music type will win it

Polly-phonic music seems the obvious choice

But still the stubborn bird will Lind no voice

She considers advertising it up for sale

Or to trade it for a Swedish Nightingale

One more crack about my playing and dinner tonight will be parrot noodle soup

A cracker, duh.

When Lucy learned that the piano was cursed, and would cause the audience to sing filthy lyrics, she couldn’t wait to try it out.

You need to put the newspaper BELOW the bird.

The parrot’s latest composition hadn’t dried enough to be put on the music shelf, but it looked so interesting that Lucy played it off the floor.

♫ A well a don’t you know about the bird?

Well, everybody knows that the bird is the word!

A well a bird, bird, b-bird’s the word ♫

She’s thinking, “That’s the last time I’ll invite George Gobel to dinner. If I hear that parrot say, ‘Well, I’ll be a dirty bird!’ I’ll scream.”