The wild birds are singing in Birdsland today
In September in the early days of the Spring in fancy the grey butcherbird i do hear
His bubbling notes so melodious and clear
At this time of year none to him a friend
With aggression his nesting borders he defend
High on a eucalyptus tree in a cavity
A pair of white crested cockatoos have a young family
These often noisy birds live to die very old
A century of living or so we are told
In the grey of the twilight the wombat from her burrow with her young one venture out
to eat grass and teach her juvenile what wombat life is all about
In Birdsland from here by roadway quite far
Close to a six hour journey without stopping by car.
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