I Am Known By Many Names, But

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.

You Know, There Are Many People In The Country Today Who, Through No Fault Of Their Own, Are Sane. Some Of Them Were Born Sane. Some Of Them Became Sane Later In Their Lives.

Oh Lord Please Don't Burn Us Don't Kill Or Toast Your Flock. Don't Put Us On The Barbecue Or Simmer Us In Stock. Don't Bake Or Baste Or Boil Us Or Stir-fry Us In A Wok.

I Think That All Good, Right Thinking People In This Country Are Sick And Tired Of Being Told That All Good, Right Thinking People In This Country Are Fed Up With Being Told That All Good, Right Thinking People In This Country Are Fed Up With Being Sick And Tired. I'm Certainly Not, And I'm Sick And Tired Of Being Told That I Am.

An Argument Is A Connected Series Of Statements Intended To Establish A Definite Proposition... A Contradiction Is Just The Automatic Gainsaying Of Anything The Other Person Says." No, It's Not.