For conversation that is wise
There’s nothing that’s still finer
Than, you will note with some surprise,
The talkative Hill Myna.
They out-talk crows, and parrots too,
And make a lot more sense than
The politicians ever do —
There, each is a sore dense man.
Now, here is one I met today
Whose conversation dazzled,
And made more sense in every way,
Unlike those whose din frazzled.
(We visited Illovo Nursery today, where I met this fine feathered fellow. Then we read and heard utterances by Press-he-dent Zuma and his ilk. They have, in a manner of speaking, destroyed all the maize and are now promising the populace lots and lots of maize-meal.)