During my vacation on the Canarian island of Fuerteventura I often walked past a block of offices, en route to the beach.
I regularly passed a slatted door in a tiny room which housed an ancient parrot with a minuscule dog.
Occasionally the door was open in order, presumably, to provide them with some daylight.
This parrot looked down on the tiny dog, which looked up mournfully at me every time I peered in.
The parrot had to be encouraged to sing, though I observed that it made two clicking noises prior to any further utterances.
Accordingly, I began by whistling my patriotic rendition of Rule Britannia! to it.
No joy there.
My next effort was a stirring few lines of Eternal Father, Strong To Save.
The old bird was clearly unimpressed with this old, traditional hymn.
Finally, I succumbed to the cheerful ditty, Consider Yourself, from that marvellous musical Oliver!
Christopher Bellew had fun with the learned double yellow-headed amazon, Pele, at the pub where he stayed.
Had I a copy of HMG's EU referendum leaflet at hand I'd have shoved it in the firing line directly below my old parrot.
Alas (!) a copy has not been received even at Belmont GHQ, as yet; though in hindsight, given the wicked sense of humour, I might have taught it to exclaim a rude or vulgar phrase to unsuspecting passers-by.