Jacky Winter

He calls out peter peter in the wood beyond the town The brown flycatcher nicknamed jacky winter a stranger to bird renown And for the reason for his nickname in truth i cannot say His kind distinctive in their behaviour do live in their own way Of light brown back, wings, head and tail and unders of light gray Their sort strangers to many and not seen every day But if you are in a woodland and peter peter you do hear You know that jacky winter to you is somewehere near In grass cup nest felted with spiders webs two tiny blotched blue eggs the female lay Not among Australia's most familiar birds in truth of them one can say Were they often seen in parks and gardens they might be better known But some bird lovers like them since they have ways of their own Not the most familiar of birds since one them does not often see But in woodland quite distinctive in their pleasant melody Not among Australia's prettiest in their feathers of gray and brown They call out peter peter in the wood beyond the town.