Birdsong

Tis not for joy or love of song that the songbird does sing For those who should know say birdsong is a territorial thing And those who say birds sing for love may well have got it wrong For 'twould seem that birds they only have aggression in their song, The survival in Nature it is played out every day And like us birds too they go to war it is their natural way In Nature's own wild kingdom the strongest only thrive And the weak 'twould seem are doomed from birth they cannot hope to survive, The bird that you hear sing today has borders to defend And at nesting time his own kind cannot hope to be his friend In his voice it is not joy males of his own kind do hear It is aggression that they hear and of him they live in fear And tis not for joy or love of song that the songbird does sing For those who should know say birdsong is a territorial thing.