Current mood:

sad

Obituary

De Freule van Tropenzaad tot Schelpenzand.

To her minions better known as



*Snif*

Ode to De Freule.

Two years ago I thought birds were lame.
They all jumped around, they all looked the same.
Then one day when I was feeling rather meh,
I turned to that wonderful sound that went: è!

That was The Freule, è-ing so keen,
the most amusing birdie that i've ever seen.
I took her home, unsure of species and age,
and placed her in a hamster cage.

This is The Freule's obituary,
this morning she died in her aviary.
She gave me two nests in the time she was here,
All the kids sold, but Quibus is still here.

Nobody blames you for him being weak,
he fell from his nest and that made him a freak ;)
I love him to pieces like I loved you in your time,
may you è! in birdie-heaven, sweet finchie of mine.



Schoffie, the widow in happier days.


Schoffie and De Freule relaxing on their snack-swing.


Quibus, the finchie with the broken pawsies. Freule's son.


The Freule and Poedersuiker.