27 May 2012
Polly the Parrot
Did like her carrots,
But not as much as her crackers,
She'd natter away
Record voices through the day
And play them back, the day's chatter.
Her payments were in biscuits
And she never would quit
Because they tasted so darn good,
Yet little did she know
By copying folks so
She was in trouble, she never understood.
The Plagiarism Police
(Originally from Nice)
Were patrolling the streets one day.
They heard her call
And, batons and all,
Went along her way.
In Bradford Street
Little Polly they'd meet
And clap her a hefty fine
All for copying the passers-by
And Polly couldn't fly
Because they clamped her, the copying swine.
So let this be a lesson
To all those folks messin'
With copy and paste, my dears,
Before constantly posting
Others stuff gives you a roasting
And you all end up in tears.
Plagiarising Polly Want A Cracker? • Opuss № I