When it’s early morning
Before it’s really light
A flock of parrots flies across
Looking trim and bright
They swoop down on the juicy grams
Which I love to throw
They are not afraid of me
The way they come and go!
Soon my lawn is clean and clear
Of every little grain
![Parrots in My Garden [Illustration by Sudheer Nath]](/media/poems-43_1_hu2e9c7a6c89c4cdc68687b20ab3565e09_9136_320x0_resize_q60_box.gif)
And then the parrots leave the place
To fly back once again.
(C) Swapna Dutta
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Grade 4 (9-10 year old children)
Based on Flesch–Kincaid readability scores
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