Last night in the moonlight the magpies did sing
Just twenty nights and days from the calendar spring
At the start of their breeding season of the year
Their nocturnal fluting so pleasant to hear
At breeding times the males have their borders to defend
In their beautiful songs with a message of aggression they do not pretend
To spread the message of peace among males of their own kind
Male songbirds in their songs to war oft inclined
How lovely to hear the magpies sing on a moonlit august night
Though in their songs it is said there is aggression and fight
A warning to their own kind of their borders stay clear
Though to us their fluting melodious and joyous to hear
Last night in the moonlight the magpies did sing
Such natural beauty a memorable thing.
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