The Call Of The Whip Bird Echoes Loud And Clear Poem by Francis Duggan

In the gully in the high woodland where rank scrub abound
In the quiet of the morning their loud whip like cracking calls resound
With cuck on head and white cheek patches and mostly dark green
Birds quite often heard though not that often seen
The birds known as eastern whip birds by name
Their whip like cracking calls is their great claim to fame
In his breeding season the lyrebird include the songs of his neighbor birds in his song all day till evening late
The song of the whip bird is one he does imitate
How nice in the high woodland in the prime of the Spring
When every wild born bird chirp, whistle and sing
The whip cracking like call of the whip bird echoes loud and clear
Him you may not see though to you he is near
In the high wood in the gully in the scrub from view hidden away
His loud whip cracking like calls can be heard every day.