He was born to sing such a beautiful song
You hear him sing once you cannot get him wrong.
At their nesting time in late Winter and all through the Spring
The magpies at night i often heard sing
They sing at the borders of their patch of ground
On a calm moonlit night such a beautiful sound.
As much an Aussie as emu, kookaburra or roo
As lories or rosellas or black or white cockatoo
Even a famous football club honoured with their name
The Australian magpies are not strangers to fame.
These often seen birds in their famed black and white
In Parklands and gardens a familiar sight
They sing in all weather wind, rain and sunlight
Everyday of the year and sometimes at night.