On Hearing A Magpie Singing

On a sunlit gum tree to where i am near The warbling of a magpie so pleasant to hear The variable notes quite melodious and clear Of this bird who does sing every day of the year For their natural aggression magpies are well known These familiar black and white Australians have ways of their own With dagger like point on their thick silver bill Small birds i have seen them to attack and kill When in warring mood for them there is no holding back At their nesting time humans they even attack With vigorous aggression they defend territory To them to attack seems to come naturally In Australia their kind present in almost every race And their beautiful songs surely their saving grace In their breeding Season from late Winter through Spring they sing in the night In the nocturnal stillness a thing of delight Familiar birds every day one does hear and see They build a nest of sticks, wire and plastic on high branch of tree On this pleasant day in April in Autumn with the sun in the sky I do hear one warbling on a tree nearby.