Like the skylarks the bushlarks to sing have to fly
In Spring and in Summer they sing in the sky
They have a sweet tinkle to their beautiful song
When you hear them sing once you will not get them wrong.
They vary in colouring from dark, gray to red
To match the soil colours of them it is said
As camouflage from aerial birds of prey
To provide security for her children that is Nature's way.
They are birds of the grasslands never seen in the town
And they lay two to four white eggs with freckles of brown
A well camouflaged nest in the grassy ground
At the edge of a tussock and hard to be found.
Songbirds of the grasslands yet strangers to fame
Few know them by sight and few know them by name
And in their breeding Season they do sing at night
Above the quiet paddock in the pale moonlight.
Birds ornithologists find hard to study since they are hard to see
And they even are known for to sing from a tree
But mostly like most other larks they fly upwards to sing
And they can be heard warbling in Summer and Spring.
In Spring and in Summer they sing in the sky
They have a sweet tinkle to their beautiful song
When you hear them sing once you will not get them wrong.
They vary in colouring from dark, gray to red
To match the soil colours of them it is said
As camouflage from aerial birds of prey
To provide security for her children that is Nature's way.
They are birds of the grasslands never seen in the town
And they lay two to four white eggs with freckles of brown
A well camouflaged nest in the grassy ground
At the edge of a tussock and hard to be found.
Songbirds of the grasslands yet strangers to fame
Few know them by sight and few know them by name
And in their breeding Season they do sing at night
Above the quiet paddock in the pale moonlight.
Birds ornithologists find hard to study since they are hard to see
And they even are known for to sing from a tree
But mostly like most other larks they fly upwards to sing
And they can be heard warbling in Summer and Spring.
