Their flute like notes one so often does hear
The aussie magpies sing every day of the year
In the last month of Winter and the first month of Spring
In their breeding Season at night they do sing
At the fringe of his borders on a moonlit tree
The male magpie sings to proclaim territory
In his breeding Season he sings night and day
A warning to males of his kind for to keep away
From the stick nest high on the tree where his magpie wife
Is hatching the eggs that bear their young to life
With his very life the nest he'll defend
In the breeding Season his own kind not even a friend
The flute of the aussie magpie melodious to hear
Though he uses it as a weapon of fear.
The aussie magpies sing every day of the year
In the last month of Winter and the first month of Spring
In their breeding Season at night they do sing
At the fringe of his borders on a moonlit tree
The male magpie sings to proclaim territory
In his breeding Season he sings night and day
A warning to males of his kind for to keep away
From the stick nest high on the tree where his magpie wife
Is hatching the eggs that bear their young to life
With his very life the nest he'll defend
In the breeding Season his own kind not even a friend
The flute of the aussie magpie melodious to hear
Though he uses it as a weapon of fear.
