The Songs Of The Magpies

It never fails to fill my mind with delight
The songs of the magpies on a moonlit Winter's night
At the start of their breeding Season when the Spring is near
Their night territorial piping so pleasant to hear
The warbling notes always melodious and clear
Of the birds who do sing every day of the year
And on their breeding Season they sing night and day
To compete with each other in song does seem to be their way
Fairly large black and white birds around the size of a crow
There would not be an Australian who of them does not know
You hear them sing once you never more get them wrong
The aggressive birds with the beautiful song
In late Winter at the start of their breeding Season and into the Spring
By night and by day one does hear them sing.