The Red Wattle Bird
Posted: Sun Mar 10, 2019 5:12 pm
THE RED WATTLE BIRD
Every morning the visitor comes,
GAK he says GAK.
He prances his umber plumage
with cream trim
and flashes his blushing cheeks.
GAK.
That’s a real nervous twitch there birdy.
With his sickle beak
he reaps the nectar from the grevillea flowers,
hmmm strawberries and cream.
GAK he cries GAK.
Every morning the visitor comes,
GAK he says GAK.
He prances his umber plumage
with cream trim
and flashes his blushing cheeks.
GAK.
That’s a real nervous twitch there birdy.
With his sickle beak
he reaps the nectar from the grevillea flowers,
hmmm strawberries and cream.
GAK he cries GAK.