Crimson Rosellas

 They are parrots i see often but not every day

And i never tire of looking at them in truth i can say

Of white bills, blue cheeks and mostly crimson and dark spots on back, blue on wings and blue tail

Once seen to recognize them you never again will fail

Of human beings most of them seem wary and shy

Crimson rosellas the name they are known by

In cavity high on old tree the female bird lay

Five to ten eggs of pale white to grey

They have quite a nice chirping musical song

Once see and once heard you can never again get them wrong

To sketch and write of them the artists and writers they inspire

Of looking at them one never could tire

Such beautiful birds of them one can say

Whenever i see them they bring joy to my day.