From the RMCA web site, June 2003
Once upon a midnight dreary,
The human showed up glass-eyed and bleary,
Seeming unhappy at my loud and raucous chewing.
While they shouted, nearly snapping, suddenly their mind uwrapping,
They seemed to have a fit a-brewing, brewing at my cage's door.
"Tis their joy at my play," I uttered, "happy at my cage's door.
Only this and nothing more."
Presently my teeth grew prouder, as the chewing noise grew louder,
"Treats!" said I, my joy so high,
Startled that my human knave, would deny the treats I crave,
In loving memory of Bailey, Heide's "chew boy" and inspiration.