The Spur Winged Plover

In darkened paddock by the wood the spur winged plover call And I hear his voice in the night long after darkness fall It seems the countryside asleep under the stars of night And spur winged plover's voice ring out when all the World is quiet. And I've been told by one who know and who is to say he's wrong That he's serenading his mate 'tis plover's mating song In the late Winter of the year and very early Spring In darkened paddock by the wood the spur winged plover sing. With yellow wattles, yellow bill and undersides all gray And olive wings and dark blue head I often see them by day And long red legs they call aloud each time they take to flight And they do look quite attractive birds when seen in the sunlight. In scrape in ground and lined with grass their simple nest is made And there four or more olive blotched eggs in breeding season laid And though their nest is where the grass is short still hidden from the eye And always very hard to find though close you may walk by. In darkened paddock by the wood long after darkness fall The spur winged plover to his love utter his mating call And in late Winter of the year and very early Spring The spur winged plover in the night his song of courtship sing.