The Magpie Does Sing

The paddocks from the overnight ground  frost are looking silver gray
But the magpie does sing in the cold gray dawn of  the day
The familiar warbling so flute like and clear
Of the bird who does sing every day of the year
The black and white birds known to some as piping shrike
The native Australians who do not have a look alike
They have been in Australia as long as the first gum tree
One can say of them as Aussie as can be
A cold morning on late June in Winter in the south
And the silver gray Paddocks tell jack frost is about
But whether the weather be wet or fine
And even in frost and storm and in sunshine
The magpie does  sing every day of the year
And their familiar warbling so pleasant to hear.