The Silver Billed Magpie Is Piping Poem by Francis Duggan

The silver billed magpie is piping in the gray of a cool Winter's day
It pipes in all months and all weather in feathers of black and white to gray
His kind amongst Australia's finest wild songsters they sing every day of the year
The beautiful song of the magpie is always a joy for to hear
Magpies are known to be predators small songbirds they kill for to eat
As well as snails, slugs, worms and insects they do have a fondness of meat
But that's part of the law of Nature for the strong to live the weak must die
In the wild kingdom there is no wrong or right wild creatures different to you or to I
The silver billed magpie is piping his notes are melodious and clear
He does not show much fear of humans to the gum he sings on I'm standing near
He sings in the night and the morning all times of day and at daybreak
Perhaps Australia's best known wild songbird his voice one could never mistake
On a gum tree by the roadside on the street at the top of the hill
He sings in the cool of the morning the magpie with the silver bill.