“He’s not pining, E’s passed on! This parrot is no more! He has ceased to be! E’s expired and gone to meet his maker! He’s a stiff! Bereft of life, e rests in peace! If you hadn’t nailed him to the perch, he’d be pushing up daisies! It’s metabolic processes are now ‘istory! E’s off the twig! E’s kicked the bucket, shuffled off this mortal coil, run down the curtain and joined the bleedin’ choir invisible! THIS IS AN EX-PARROT!”
“He’s resting. Probably pining for the fjords.”
“He’s not pining, E’s passed on! This parrot is no more! He has ceased to be! E’s expired and gone to meet his maker! He’s a stiff! Bereft of life, e rests in peace! If you hadn’t nailed him to the perch, he’d be pushing up daisies! It’s metabolic processes are now ‘istory! E’s off the twig! E’s kicked the bucket, shuffled off this mortal coil, run down the curtain and joined the bleedin’ choir invisible! THIS IS AN EX-PARROT!”
…lovely plumage.