One Born To Sing Poem by Francis Duggan

In the coastal town suburb melodious and clear
The flute of the magpie so pleasant to hear
The silver billed magpie one born to sing
In Summer and Autumn and Winter and Spring
How lovely to hear his kind on a cold Winter's night
Fluting in the Townpark in the faint moonlight
In their breeding Season their own kind not a friend
They sing night and day with borders to defend
None better at singing than them it would seem
The Australian Magpies are songsters supreme
In the park of the town to their songs we awake
And their musical notes one could never mistake
The aggressive birds with the beautiful song
By sight or by sound you cannot get them wrong.