Crow sized white cockatoos and not seen everywhere
Though in the Southern Grampians they do not seem rare
With long down curved bills for digging for food in the ground
The calls that they utter not a pleasant sound
Yet pretty to look at and when they are in flight
Above the wide paddocks a marvellous sight
And on their roosting trees at twilight and daybreak
Their chorus of loud squawks one cannot mistake
They nest on a tall gum in a cavity
And their two white eggs few are privileged to see
Like all cockatoos they can live for to be very old
And of their longevity great stories are told
With their long down curved hooked bills they dig for edible roots and bulbs in the ground
And within their small range in numbers they abound.
Though in the Southern Grampians they do not seem rare
With long down curved bills for digging for food in the ground
The calls that they utter not a pleasant sound
Yet pretty to look at and when they are in flight
Above the wide paddocks a marvellous sight
And on their roosting trees at twilight and daybreak
Their chorus of loud squawks one cannot mistake
They nest on a tall gum in a cavity
And their two white eggs few are privileged to see
Like all cockatoos they can live for to be very old
And of their longevity great stories are told
With their long down curved hooked bills they dig for edible roots and bulbs in the ground
And within their small range in numbers they abound.
