Don't Answer It!

My parrot is a real wise old bird

With a catchy phrase that he once heard

From my grandpa in nineteen fifty three

Now he's repeating it constantly

But today to him I had to explain

That his phrase doesn't quite fit the same

When the doorbell suddenly summons to come

"Don't go there!" would be the right one

"Don't answer it!" is his repeated cry

Whenever the telephone rings

And I can't help but laugh and sigh

As he caws it out flapping his wings

Now he's looking at me with a tilt

As if to say,"Why I've got feelings o'guilt?"

So I don't press him any more, think it's the best

For keeping our peace and our sweet rest

"Don't answer it!" is his repeated cry

Whenever the telephone rings

And I can't help but laugh and sigh

As he caws it out flapping his wings

And while I am patting his feathered head

I firmly assure him that everything's great

Now he is cawing his phrase anymore

As he perches on his favorite door

"Don't answer it!" is his repeated cry

Whenever the telephone rings

And I can't help but laugh and sigh

As he caws it out flapping his wings

And I am grateful for my feathered friend

Who's keeping me company until the end

Because of his wisdom and also his wit

He is a treasure that I'll never quit

"Don't answer it!" is his repeated cry

Whenever the telephone rings

And I can't help but laugh and sigh

As he caws it out flapping his wings

"Don't answer it!" is his repeated cry

Whenever the telephone rings

And I can't help but laugh and sigh

As he caws it out flapping his wings

And I can't help but laugh and sigh

As he caws it out flapping his wings