"Little birdie in the sky... Little birdie pooped in my eye... Aren't you glad cows don't fly?"
This was one of the first rhymes my grandmother taught me. Her budgie had pooped on me and being a two year old, I freaked. Poop! On me! After grandma recited that and showed me all the poop on her shoulder, I was never bothered about bird poop again. Handle it right and No Problem!!!
This was one of the first rhymes my grandmother taught me. Her budgie had pooped on me and being a two year old, I freaked. Poop! On me! After grandma recited that and showed me all the poop on her shoulder, I was never bothered about bird poop again. Handle it right and No Problem!!!