In the gathering gloam of a cool Autumn day
In the park from where I am a stone throw away
The dainty pied magpie larks call out pee wee
Voices familiar to many and familiar to me
Their familiar pee wee song one often does hear
Birds I hear and see often every day of the year
Their cup shaped mud nest a work of art to see
Often wedged in a fork of low branch of a tree
I have once seen their eggs pale with small spots of brown
Close to where I live in one of the parks of the town
So easy to recognize by sight or by song
You hear and see them once you cannot get them wrong
They sing out pee wee in hail, rain or sunshine
The dainty magpie larks favourite birds of mine.
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