It is not out of love or the joy of the Spring
On bush or on tree or high on the wing
Or to serenade his partner the songbird does sing
With birds song it is a territorial thing
The lives of birds are complex as the word can be
But they only do sing to proclaim territory
To warn males of their own kind from their borders stay clear
'Tis not songs of love their neighbours from them do hear
At nesting time with a territory to defend
To the male song-bird a male of his own kind not a friend
At breeding Season some species do sing by day and by night
And any intruder they will put to flight
Those who think birds sing for pleasure or for joy of song
Have been misinformed and have got it wrong.
On bush or on tree or high on the wing
Or to serenade his partner the songbird does sing
With birds song it is a territorial thing
The lives of birds are complex as the word can be
But they only do sing to proclaim territory
To warn males of their own kind from their borders stay clear
'Tis not songs of love their neighbours from them do hear
At nesting time with a territory to defend
To the male song-bird a male of his own kind not a friend
At breeding Season some species do sing by day and by night
And any intruder they will put to flight
Those who think birds sing for pleasure or for joy of song
Have been misinformed and have got it wrong.
