So here is Mimosa, playing this heartbreakingly lovely tune on the harp, with this baritone/molasses voice just sort of rolling efforlessly out, and C-More starts in. None of us could decide whether to be sniffly/sobby at Mimosa's song, or just bust a gut laughing at the bird.
Then Bet appointed herself Keeper of the Quiet BirdCage. Every time C squawked, Bet thwacked the bottom of the cage. This accomplished little except to add to the rhythm section, and put a few more bird feathers in the air. The 'Tiels at "my" Nursing Home really get into Florida Blues, so I played it for C-More, and boy, did that get him rockin'! Poor abused birdie.