Pied Currawong

From dawn to dark they pipe the same old song Sounds very much like curra currawong Day in day out their music still the same And humans call them currawong by name. With feathers mostly black they look much like a crow But they are different very different though As they've got white tips on their wings and on their tails And yellow eyes a yellow shade of pale. Some people call pied currawong a pest And to rid Australia of them try their best And by farmer it has often times been said That currawongs are better by far dead. Pied currawong man set out to destroy But race of currawong refused to die They blamed them for the spread of 'prickly pear' But man oft in his judgement prove unfair. They congregate in flocks in early May And nice to hear them on a Winter's day A curra currawonging on gum trees A pleasant sound that never fail to please.