Night Parrot

Thought to be extinct, but still not quite

He only ever takes flight at night

Yellow and black speckled

Or black and yellow freckled

One mystery

Could go down in history

The Aussie Night Parrot

Thought to be dead

But still they tread

In the great Aussie grasslands

The flapping of soaring wings

This is when he sings

His final call

Where he ends once and for all

When the fox comes