The Striated Thornbill

He has a loud song for one of his size But the wonders of Nature never cease to surprise The striated thornbill searching for insects high on a gum tree So tiny from the ground not easy to see With brown back and wings and unders striped through the gray Small birds I know of though I don't see every day His shrill voice once heard one could never get wrong The restless tiny fellow with the big bird song Not known to be rare though their numbers seem few Every day from Nature we do learn something new At the start of his breeding Season five weeks from the Spring Amongst the high branches as he fly he does sing The rain clouds are gathering in the gray sky In changeable weather typical for July.