Except for those exiled in the remotest corners of our former Empire, I'm sure everybody knows the poem by Gerard Manley Hopkins Societatis Iesu about Oxford ...
Towery city and branchy between towers;
Cuckoo-echoing, bell-swarmed, lark charmed, rook racked, river-rounded ... etc..
Apparently, there are now parakeets in the Parks (but we haven't heard a cuckoo this year).
There must be someone out there who would know how to incorporate parakeets into Fr Hopkins' verses.
I said parakeets, not Paracletes.