Magpie |
Cat. No. GD11460 |
Here me warble, hear me call,
Right at the top of the
old gum tree.
I like to go swooping on young boys' heads,
When they
ride their bikes
Near my little ones' beds.
In the morning I sing my
call,
And then run out to chase the ball.
That's not right, I can't
really catch,
I just keep swooping,
Down on their heads,
Swooping,
swooping
Feathers and flaps,
Flutter, flutter, flap, swoop,
flap.
Till they nick off.
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