This tiny parrot thinks we’re overdue for a caption contest!
Since parrots are better known for their talking than for their thinking, tell us what this tiny parrot’s catchphrase is. Leave your chatty caption in the comments (one per person please) and we’ll pick our favorite on Monday to win…
“Poly-Fil want a cracker?”
“Polly want more sock yarn, so someone can make me a friend!”
Squawk! Pieces of 1/8, pieces of 1/8!
Shiver me stitches!
Polly want a crumb?
“Pollo want a Pirate Kit! Pollo want needles and sock yarn!”(He’s a boy parrot.)
“Polly’s not behind bars! Polly’s not behind bars!”
Knit me a cracker! :)
“If I give you a dub-loom will you weave me a cracker?”
Walk the yarn, walk the yarn
Little bird, big VOLUME!
A cracker a day keeps the doctor away.
Because if you throw it at him, he’ll probably run away!
SQUAWK!
Knit me, please!!
Ha, it didn’t even occur to me that the prize should be the pirate kit! Well it can be whichever the winner prefers.
Polly wants some fiber fill
Polly want a placemarker…
If I can stealth-fly off this giant’s finger, I’m heading for the giant peppermint candy over there for a tasty treat!
Forget crackers, I want more yarn!!!
SQUAWK! “a-parrot-ly” Keelie should win the yarn prize
SQUAWK!!! Polly needs a knitted pirate!!
Why does everyone call me Polly? My name is Bob. Bob Larry Jones!
Life’s a Parrot-y
Hey ho! Let’s go sailing!
Pretty Polly! I’m no Norwegian Blue
tiny parrot says…
“get on my pirates boat and we can cast away,
we can cross the seven stitches,
go over the wurly purly waves,
we can go row after row to keep the boat moving,
when we finish the row and reach the shore you can bind off the plank and I can flutter my tiny wings and fly away!”
Polly want yarn! Squawk! Polly want yarn!Squawk!Merino please!
In my best parrot voice:
“Knit purl, purl knit, that’s how you work Kitchener stitch”
SHIVER ME KNITTERS!
Is is just me, or is this shoulder I’m sitting on HUGE?!
All this tiny parrot does is squawk about how he would rather have been knit with Eco-friendly yarn. Little does he know, his red feathers come from recycled material.
No more crackers; I’m stuffed!
You better not kitchener stitch my mouth closed!
Polly wants some stuffing?
It is time to walk ye’ old knitting neddle
Some people think I squawk, but I macaw!
Locked up in my parrot cage I scream and squawk with rage,
I want to sail the ocean blue and have my parrot dreams come true!
And now that I’m old and gray I can Rember in my special way, the day I crossed the ocean blue and made my special dream come true!
That’s how they grew exponentially
Yo ho, yo ho, a knitter’s life for me!
It is no more
It has ceased to be
It is bereft of life
It rests in peace
Its metabolic processes are a matter of interest only to historians!
Someone help me!! I’ve been turned into a parrot!!!
Tiny parrot wanted to play
With all the other birds today.
But he’s so small, he got so freaked,
He sat on a branch and squeaked and squeaked.
The wails of tiny parrot would not end,
‘Till you knitted him a Tiny parrot friend!
Now they play in the sun together,
And sit and knit in rainy weather.
(Please note that I am a different Sarah than any other Sarah’s that have commented.)