Such beautiful music on a gum tree nearby
It echoes so sweetly across the still sky
The song of the magpie melodious and clear
He sings every day the twelve months of the year
Otherwise known as flute bird or as piping shrike
About his beautiful song there is so much to like
The black and white Australian magpie the songster supreme
Is not one who suffers of low self esteem
In the Winter and Spring his kin sing in the night
How lovely to hear them sing in the moonlight
At nesting time aggressive with borders to defend
At that time of year they see none as a friend
With such natural beauty few things can compare
As the song of the magpie in the morning air.
It echoes so sweetly across the still sky
The song of the magpie melodious and clear
He sings every day the twelve months of the year
Otherwise known as flute bird or as piping shrike
About his beautiful song there is so much to like
The black and white Australian magpie the songster supreme
Is not one who suffers of low self esteem
In the Winter and Spring his kin sing in the night
How lovely to hear them sing in the moonlight
At nesting time aggressive with borders to defend
At that time of year they see none as a friend
With such natural beauty few things can compare
As the song of the magpie in the morning air.
