The Brave Willy Wagtail

Nearby on a low branch of a wattle tree A little black and white bird that i often see In the early sunlight just after daybreak His familiar song one could never mistake. Of humankind willy wagtail is not shy He shows little fear of me when I'm nearby As he chases flies his tail wags to and fro He is the small bird everyone seems to know. For one of his size he puts on a brave show He challenges the much bigger magpie and crow At nesting time his mate is his only friend The brave little willy his borders defend. From bushes and trees or from fence rail never far away The brave willy wagtail i see every day One might say he is more foolhardy than wise He displays too much courage for one of his size. Though not one of the finest songsters of the Spring His scratchy notes to them have a familiar ring He wags his long black tail when he chase flies and bees And he is never far from the bushes and trees.