His Kind Familiar To Many

On this one of the coldest days of the year
The song of the magpies a joy for to hear
Warbling on a wattle to where i am standing near
Their familiar music melodious and clear

On their breeding Season from mid Winter through Spring male magpies sing at night
How pleasant to hear them fluting in the moonlight
In their songs there is a warning to other male magpies and they are not known to pretend
That their nesting borders they will fight to defend

Black and white crow sized birds with silvery looking dagger like bills i do see every day
Them i often hear singing quite distinctive in their own way
Amongst the birds of Australia they are very well known
One can say of them they have ways of their own

On this drizzly morning in June the air to it has a cool chill
The black and white bird with the silvery looking bill
Is singing his flute like notes on a windblown wattle tree
His kind familiar to many and familiar to me.