On Hearing A Willy Wagtail

The beauty of Nature a wonderful thing This morning at dawn willy wagtail did sing In the park off the street on a mirror bush tree His somewhat scratchy song seems familiar to me He sings the same song at nightfall and daybreak And his is a voice that one cannot mistake And in his breeding season he sings in the night I often have heard him in the pale moonlight. Black and white fantails or Aussie nightingales names some know them by The willy wagtails of humans not that shy I have heard them sing whilst to them I stood near Though their songs are not that melodious or clear. On this overcast morning on the first day of May The willy wagtail sung for to welcome the day On a cool start to May to where I live nearby He sung in the park under a cloudy sky.