Brown Goshawk

Ooh brown goshawk what will happen when you're gone

Your truthful tameness and captivated curiosity

Lost but not forgotten for all eternity

Ooh brown goshawk you're an endangered species, so wronged

Your threatened nature will be remembered by our absurdity

Your greyish-brown plumage with light barring,

Yellow legs and piercing golden eyes

Never seen again

Your Christmas Island home

Will be abandoned and left behind

Your stick nests in forest trees as high as the sky

Will be left behind without a defence

The last 100 of you will be known as solitary birds

Like all the rest that left without a sign

Although you will be gone

You have still lived a life like all birds before you have

With love and chirping

You endangered species of prey will not be forgotten

But instead missed the crack of dawn

Ooh brown goshawk how you will never be seen again