Peewees Poem by Francis Duggan

Where ever you travel to in Australia you will see the magpie larks
In quiet rural paddocks or in suburban parks
And you only have to hear them once to know their voices again
For long after you have heard them their songs with you remain.

They build a cup shaped nest of mud on fork or branch of tree
And all day long you hear them sing peewee, peewee, peewee
And more thoroughbred Australian than them you will not find
And amongst the best known members of the wild born feathered kind.

A compact black and white bird slightly smaller than an average sized crow
And a sedentary sort of lifestyle is the only life they know
From the place where they were born in they don't move far away
And in familiar surroundings they seem to like to stay.

Known as magpie lark or mud lark or by some as peewee
And in most parts of Australia their kind of bird you see
They leave you get quite close to them before they take to flight
And in the town park and the countryside they are a familiar sight.