[Intro]
Squawk, squawk, I’m plotting from the perch above the toy cave
I’m the feathered CEO, the household’s private knave
[Verse 1]
I preen and I scheme while you sweep and you mop
I wardrobe-change mischief on a non-stop bop
You blame the dog, the cat, the vent, the broom, the mess
But I’m the little mastermind in a nest of cleverness
[Pre-Chorus]
Look at me perched with a wink and a bright green grin
If chaos had a captain, I’d navigate with spin
[Chorus]
I am the master of the Mayhem Parade
In every squeaky door and curtain fold I’m made
Tiptoe plots flutter from my clever beak
I call the shots while you think you’re the weak
[Verse 2]
I train the cushions to topple with a graceful arc
I cue the pepper shaker to perform a lark
You whistle, “Oh no!” I wink and pretend I’m shy
Then boom—another cracker crumb lands in your eye
[Pre-Chorus]
Fluff of the tail feather, a ripple in the air
I narrate the chaos with a villain’s flair
[Chorus]
I am the master of the Mayhem Parade
In every squeaky door and curtain fold I’m made
Tiptoe plots flutter from my clever beak
I call the shots while you think you’re the weak
[Bridge]
Peck at the clock, I steal a tiny chime
Rewrite the rulebook, rate my crime in rhyme
Who’s laughing last when the perch is crowned in threads?
I write the legends of crumbs and tangled spreads
[Chorus]
I am the master of the Mayhem Parade
In every squeaky door and curtain fold I’m made
Tiptoe plots flutter from my clever beak
I call the shots while you think you’re the weak
[Outro]
So bow to the beak of brave, baffling schemes,
I’m the tiny tyrant behind the household dreams
Squawk, squawk—order restored by chaos’s design
Master of mayhem, with the spark of a sharp quick shine
