A trunk thick with rings,
Telling us what it's seen,
A large bird perches and sings,
All the animals think he’s mean,

The worms struggle to escape his grasp,
The kookaburra laughs as the worms are eaten,
Ended their lives clawed in his grasp,
The little birds hysterically tweeting,

His cosy nest is in his trunk,
He built it over weeks and months,
A strong wind caught the nest it went kaplunk,
The eggs fell out and landed with thumps,

His heart it was broken that day,
When he scrambled his own eggs,
He decided to fly away,
When suddenly something grasps his legs,

In the end the worms did turn,
And said “In this tree you will burn!"