Magpies

Soaring the sky, giving you an evil eye. 

Magpies, sitting in the trees. 

As you walk by, you get a feeling of unease. 

Their glossy feathers, black and white.

Giving me an awful fright.

Springtime, the danger zone.

With every flutter, with every glance. 

Run while you get a chance. 

As they sit tall in the ancient walls. 

They wait to hear their lovers' calls.

Magpies, oh how they always give me a surprise. 

Yet, their beauty will forever be admired 

In the heart of Australia's forests.