The Spur Wing Plovers Poem by Francis Duggan

The spur wing plovers at nesting time they trust none as a friend
And they try to chase off all intruders to beyond where their borders end
Their blotched eggs blend in well with their background and can prove hard to find
Of all of the birds that I know of one of the most aggressive kind
They do look quite attractive birds seen in the light of day
With pretty yellow wattles and mostly brown to gray
Their's is a very simple nest unprotected on the ground
And they mob you with aggression as they fly around and around
If you are in their territory and by their nest walk near
From the sky they shriek as they dive bomb you to instil in you fear
Human or dog or cat or beast or bird of prey
They shriek aloud and mob them for to drive them away
From their nest on the bare ground around where short grass grow
At nesting time they trust none as a friend and everyone's a foe.