Camelot Is A Silly Place.

This Parrot Is No More. It Has Ceased To Be. It's Expired And Gone To Meet Its Maker. This Is A Late Parrot. It's A Stiff. Bereft Of Life, It Rests In Peace. If You Hadn't Nailed It To The Perch, It Would Be Pushing Up The Daisies. It's Rung Down The Curtain And Joined The Choir Invisible. This Is An Ex-parrot.

At That Time, A Friend Shall Lose His Friend's Hammer, And The Young Shall Not Know Where Lieth The Things Possessed By Their Fathers That Their Fathers Put There Only Just The Night Before.

One, Two, ... Five!" "three, My Lord.

Tis But A Scratch!" "a Scratch? Your Arm's Off!" "no It Isn't." "then What's That?" "oh Come On, Pansy!

You See, I Don't Belive That Libraries Should Be Drab Places Where People Sit In Silence, That Has Been The Main Reason For Our Policy Of Employing Wild Animals As Librarians.