The Bush Stone Curlew

Weerloo weerloo a bird's voice in the night Weerloo weerloo again then all is quiet A bird the bushman hear but seldom see They call them bush stone curlew or thick knee. Gray brown in looks and about curlew size And secretive with big nocturnal eyes And seldom ever seen in light of day In heavy scrub they hide themselves away. They always lay their blotched eggs on the ground In nest with scrub or rank grass all around And from land that man for agriculture clear The bush stone curlew seem to disappear. Long years back in the days of the pioneer Their ancestors the birds who instilled fear Strong armed men to the camp fire huddled near When strange voice in the darkness they did hear. Man from them steal their habitat away And they need protection wild life guardians say And where once were many now there's only few And I have only seen them in a zoo. The bush stone curlew or the bush thick knee A bird the bushman hear but seldom see And seldom ever seen in light of day In heavy scrub they hide themselves away.