On Long Billed Corellas At Twilight

In the gathering twilight as the sun is going down On the tall gum trees in the park of the town The long billed corellas are squawking loudly birds bereft of song To the cockatoo family they do belong In their limited range in large numbers they abound With their long hooked beaks they dig for bulbs and other food in the ground Like most parrots they nest in a cavity high on a tree And their pale eggs few have been privileged to see Of humans they do display a healthy fear And they do fly away if to them you come near Many of them do enjoy a long lived life span And live to be old as a very old woman or man In the Townpark at twilight on the tall gum trees Their loud squawking carrying in the freshening breeze.