Watch him sing and flout,
a kookaburra’s now mocked
as he struts his stuff,
who could love his bluff?
Drunk on love he’s just so cocked!
Poor Lyre lady birds,
he’s in with cheat’s words,
clearing space as he performs,
clones twenty bird calls,
he knows he enthralls
yet, beyond all mundane norms.
Look! he’s wants to dance,
shake his tail and prance,
canopy of silver white,
females fall and drool.
God forgive this fool’s
complex courtship to excite!
Wow! a chain saw sound,
a sure cause now found.
He calls to save Aussie trees,
give me, give me more
now I just adore
honest Lyrebird~~with my whoopees!!
Karin Anderson © 2014