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The Song Challenge:  Is That A Baby Budgie In Your Pants, Or Are You Just Glad To See Me? -- RIO DE JANEIRO, Brazil (Reuters) -- With parrots and snakes in his luggage and bird eggs tucked into his underwear, an Austrian tourist has been arrested and charged for animal trafficking, Brazilian police said on Wednesday.   "He put (the eggs) near his testicles so they would be at nest temperature," a police spokesman said.  Police discovered 21 parrots, four parakeets and two snakes hidden in two large suitcases carried by Austrian botanist Johann Zillinger.  hey also found Zillinger had rolled five parakeet eggs into a sock and nestled them in his underwear.  "Since some of the parakeets that he had with him were newborns, we assume that some of the eggs had already hatched."  Tipped off by an anonymous call, Rio de Janeiro police arrested the Austrian on Monday in front of his Copacabana beach hotel, as he climbed into a taxi on his way to catch a flight to Europe.  According to police, Zillinger bought the animals in the Amazon port city of Belen and planned to take them to Austria to sell them in Europe.


Copacabana by Sonja
(Tune: Copacabana by Barry Manilow, Bruce Sussman, and J. Feldman)

His name was Johann, he was a smuggler
With birdies's eggs within his trunks that made it look like he was hung.
He would traffic in critter cargo,
While he was flying thru the air, the birds and beasties, they were there,
Inside his Samsonite, tucked away for flight--
Even birds' eggs in his jockeys,
So his jeans are tight!

At the Copa, Copacabana,
With birdie eggs by his banana.
At the Copa, Copacabana,
Pythons and parrots the agents did ferret,
At the Copa....they busted him.

Her name was Rita, she wore a wire.
She sashayed over to his chair, when she saw the bulging there.
She saw a flutter from near his putter,
And it removed all trace of doubt when a naked head poked out
With its beak open wide, its hunger not denied,
Seeking food from the one who hatched it--
"Cheep! Cheep! Cheeeeeep," it cried!

At the Copa, Copacabana,
The birds' nest was by his banana.
At the Copa, Copacabana,
Zillinger's passion set those eggs a-hatchin'.
At the Copa....she turned him in.

Her name is Rita, she was a copper
And she gave the guy no break when she stumbled on that snake!
Parakeets in his underwear, feathers in his pubic hair,
Now he's been jailed and fined, 'cause justice, she is blind,
He lost his suitcases and his laptop
When she made her find!

At the Copa, Copacabana,
The hottest spot was his banana.
At the Copa, Copacabana,
Animal snatchin' was just not in fashion!
At the Copa....she got her man.

Copyright © 2001 Sonja W. Oates



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