I Like Birds

I like birds one ought not for to get them wrong The familiar sort anyway even by song The flute like notes of the Aussie magpies one should not mistake To their songs every morning of the year i do wake I may not have heard or seen him for decades of time But the redbreast robin of my boyhood and prime His distinctive song i remember today Some things from the memory never fade away I have always liked birds even as a young boy And learning of their ways today i do enjoy It is not out of love that the male bird does sing Since song for his kind is a territorial thing I have liked birds since i was a boy years ago Many Seasons before time did become my foe The beautiful fluting of the curlew in May Above the bogland in my memory does stay I like birds by voice i do know the pee wee Their sort build cup shaped mud nest on low branch of tree And the dark willy wagtails always hunting for flies Aggressive towards bigger birds for birds of their size I have always liked birds and i always will The chaffinch who sang in the wood by the hill His descendants from me may live far away But in fancy i do hear them singing today.