As they are the birds with the beautiful song
Even in their wooded range birds one does not see every day
About the size of a blackbird in feathers of light brown and pale grey
Not that shy of people though wary of them just the same
Grey shrike thrushes for them is their common name
Their distinctive whistling so melodious and clear
Among birds one of the more pleasant to hear
In large numbers they are not known to abound
They live on insects they find on trees and on the ground
In cup shaped nest of bark and grass in hollow of tree stump the female bird lay
Two to four eggs of brown dots through the grey
Never in flocks and often on their own
For their beautiful whisling song they are loved and known.
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