Song of the Warbler*

 
 Dr Abe V Rotor

Tag-wa-tee-e-e-e-et, tag-wa-tee-e-e-e-et, tag-wa-tee-e-e-e-et,
Tag-wa-tee-e-e-e-et, tag-wa-tee-e-e-e-et, tag-wa-tee-e-e-e-et-
(Refrain)

Tig-wa-too-tee-e-et, tig-wa-too-tee-e-et, tig-wa-too-tee-e-et,
Tig-wa-too-tee-e-et, tig-wa-too-tee-e-et, tig-wa-too-tee-e-et-
(Refrain)

Ter-r-r-r-r-r-r, ter-r-r-r-r-r-r, ter-r-r-r-r-r-r, ter-r-r-r-r-r-r,
Ter-r-r-r-r-r-r, ter-r-r-r-r-r-r, ter-r-r-r-r-r-r, ter-r-r-r-r-r-r-

From a branch to another he repeats his song,
Crispy and clear as light of dawn,
And if trees are not enough and streets
Are wider than fields, on wire or antenna he perches,
And sings still the song of his ancestors.

Shouldn’t I wake up with a happy heart,
And spare a tree or two for his art?

Acknowledgement: Photo. Common Tailor Bird (Orthotomus sp) Parkes