The Eastern Yellow Robin

I hear her in the wood across the way The bird with yellow breast and cloak blue gray She sings at dawn and in the evening late And her song the local lyrebird imitate. The yellow robin her familiar name And for woodland dweller she seems very tame Whilst most other wood birds out of sight disappear The yellow robin lets you get quite near. It is a simple tune she has to play And twep twep twep is all she has to say You hear her once you know that voice again The song with you till next time will remain. She sits on branch or sometimes cling to tree Scanning the ground if insects she might see And on silent wings she pounces on her prey The yellow breasted bird with cloak blue gray. She builds her cup shaped nest on fork of tree With brown spotted green eggs two or sometimes three And in the evening late and dawn of day I hear her in the wood across the way.