THE PARROT AND THE PARSON.
Written by Frank Archer. Arranged by Peter Conroy.
A very pious parson. Jones, was mashed upon the cook,
The cookie was a maiden fair, with quite a modest look.
The mistress for a trip had gone to Long Branch for the day.
And when the cat's away, you know, the mice will always play;
The parson kissed the cookie as he took her on his knee.
The parrot hanging in the cage his- capers there could see.
The cookie found a pot of jam and placed it in the cage.
To draw the bird's attention while in kissing they'd engage.
The parrot in the cage was in a dreadful rage.
The parson had the cookie on his knee.
Each other they did chaff, which made the parson laugh.
The parrot shouted, "What a jolly spree!"
They tickled and they tensed, canoodled and they squeezed:
He said, You are my darling little lamb;"
She kissed him once or twice, said the parson, "This is nice,"
And the parrot shouted, "Jam, jam-jam, the jam!"
Now the very artful parrot for their courting did not care.
And as they "went on spooning, she began to rave and swear;
The parson said, "You naughty bird, " the cookie turned Quite red.
And as they sat the parrot dropped the jam-pot on his head;
He fastened up the cage-door, and in a temper flew.
Then placed cloth around the cage to hide them from her view;
Poll shouted. "Thieves and Murder! "just because she couldn't see.
And once again the parson took the cook upon his knee. -Chorus.
The mistress home returning quickly guessed what they'd been at.
For on the kitchen-table was her pious husband's hat.
Poor cookie only stammered and with fear turned very pale,
As Polly let the secret out, and added to the tale;
The mistress sent her off, then asked poor Jones what he'd to say,
He only begged for mercy as he tried to run away;
She tore his hair and whiskers, till a faint he had to sham.
So ne'er will he forget the cook, the parrot, and the jam.-Chorus.