Sparrows shouting and black birds too How I wish I was in the uruweras with you Only the thrush is mellow and inventive If somewhat clichéd
The tui speaks with nectiferous eloquence If only I could heat their jazzy solos Sung over the song of the bell bird And the kokako's spotlight riff
DOC calls the rosella a bloody Aussie invader But their ding resonates evoking sympathies It's not their fault they wear tropical shirts in a temperate land
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