On Long Billed Corellas Poem by Francis Duggan

With their long hooked beaks they dig for tubers in the ground
And though their range is small in large flocks they abound
Their feathers are white one might say white as snow
Though little about them I can claim to know
Long billed corellas for them is an often used name
Aviary owners say they are not hard birds to tame
Not pleasant to listen to but beautiful to behold
And like all cockatoos they are known to live old
Their two white eggs by many not privileged to see
Are hatched to life by the male and the female in a cavity high on an old tree
Slightly red around the bill and the neck but overall white
And quite lovely to look at flying in the sunlight
One cannot mistake them they squawk as they fly
To roost on the tall trees in the darkening sky.