Eastern Yellow Robins

Of yellow unders and back and tail and wings and head of gray

In south eastern Australian woodlands birds one sees often though not every day

Familiar in their habits and their ticking like song

Once seen and once heard you will never again get them wrong

Not that fearful of humans they seem almost tame

Eastern yellow robins for them seems an apt name

They allow you get close to them before flying away

Not hard birds to view of them one can say

In a cup shaped nest of bark and lichen in low fork of tree

The female lay green pink dotted tiny eggs of two or three

In large numbers they never seem to abound

From a low branch or clinging sideways to a tree trunk they watch for insect prey on the ground

To those who love birds in their range quite well known

One can say of them they have ways of their own.