Nobody mentions anymore
The weapons of mass destruction,
Except the cockatoo next door
Who got such good instruction.
He screams it to the morning sun
He screams it to the night
Reminding each and every one
Of why the war was right.
You can't re-educate a bird
By spin or sleaze or suction
He simply loves to have it heard,
"Weapons of mass destruction!"
— Michæl Leunig
