Billions of dollars in parrots

Little Poll Parrot Sat in his garret Eating toast and tea. A little brown mouse Jumped into the house And stole it all away. — nursery rhyme If you like the parrots and getting caught in the rain If you like making love at midnight under the trees on the cape Then I’m the love that you’ve looked for, write to me and escape — The Parrot Song Well, yes, tariffs (by Canada, against those levied by the Grabpussy administration of my country), not my misheard parrots. But I was taken by the idea of billions of dollars in parrots, bright parrots in the air. And so was led down the psittacine path of associative memory. Some highlights on the path … — the Monty Python Dead Parrot sketch — This is an ex-parrot! — pirates with their parrots — Polly want a cracker (see my 2/1/21 posting “Two parrots and a pear tree”; the parrots are the ones on pirates’ shoulders and the ones who, apparently, want a cracker — be suspicious about those crackers, very suspicious) — the parrots of Telegraph Hill…