Song of the Magpie

In the morning light, when the sky is clear,

A sweet melody floats, so crisp and near.

The magpie sings from the tallest tree,

A chorus of joy for you and me.

Oh, magpie, sing your song so high,

A lullaby beneath the Southern sky.

Your warble weaves through the bushland wide,

A tune of peace where the wild hearts hide.

Through fields of gold and gumtrees tall,

Your echo dances with the winds that call.

From dusk to dawn, in the soft sunlight,

Your music lingers through day and night.

Oh, magpie, sing your song so high,

A lullaby beneath the Southern sky.

Your warble weaves through the bushland wide,

A tune of peace where the wild hearts hide.

With feathers like ink and eyes so bright,

You greet each day with pure delight.

In every note, your soul takes flight,

Bringing dreams to life in the morning light.

Oh, magpie, sing your song so high,

A lullaby beneath the Southern sky.

Your warble weaves through the bushland wide,

A tune of peace where the wild hearts hide.