On Hearing An Aussie Magpie

I could sit and listen to it all day long The flute like music in the Aussie magpie's song He would be a tenor in an avian band The silver billed songster of this great Southern Land In their breeding Season in the still of the night I've listened to them sing in the moonlight To proclaim their borders they sing all night long I love the music in their flute like song The beauty in their song their claim to fame And piping shrike for them another name On insects, slugs, smaller birds and mice they prey To kill to live with them their natural way They sing all year round as if every day is Spring And I love them for the song they have to sing.