A feathered Australian one should not get wrong
The magpie does have such a beautiful song
The bird who does sing every day of the year
His flute like notes are so melodious and clear
On his breeding season he does sing in the night
So pleasant for to hear him in the moonlight
He sings his borders to procalim and defend
When any male of his own kind to him not a friend
A crow sized black and white bird with a silvery dagger like bill
Of predatory instincts smaller birds he does kill
But in Nature it is known the strongest does rule
And what happens in Nature is natural not cruel
In all parts of Australia his kind to be found
The piping shrikes or Aussie magpies in huge numbers abound.
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