On Seeing Apostle Birds

Were I a bard and had I a way with words I'd sing a song of the apostle birds Of how they stay together love and live Few humans have in them such love to give. I've watched them in aviary in Healesville Sanctuary And I felt quite impressed at what I see They did not seem to mind the captive life And the male bird groomed and preened his loving wife. With mottled brown wings and overall blue gray They search in ground for food most of the day And they live in family groups of twelve the reason why The name of apostle birds they are known by. With willing help of their last year family They build mud nest on fork of branch of tree And as a close knit family they live And few humans have in them such love to give.