Woodland Birds

How pleasant it is to listen to the woodland birds at daybreak
The ticking song of the yellow robin one never could mistake
The flute like notes of the white backed magpie the call of the currawong
The laughter of the kookaburra one never could get wrong
The grating calls to listen to of the sulphur crested cockatoo
And the unmistakeable call sounds of the dark brown weerloo
The long drawn out cawing of the forest raven a pale eyed breed of crow
The voices of Nature's minstrels not hard to get to know
The bubbling music of the butcherbird melodious and clear
And the pleasant whistling songs of the grey shrike thrush and blackbird to my thoughts ever near
The harsh coughing like calls of the wattlebirds as if their throats are dry
And the soft pipings of the beautiful crimson rosellas one of human kind not shy
Just a few of the woodlands birds familiar in the their calls or chirp or song
By their voices not hard to get to know one ought not to get them wrong.