* currawong louts *
All these currawongs crudely sing
Birds without a melody
Raucous football supporters
Perched in trees overlooking
House and home and family
Spook the dog and cats are scarce
So fierce of yellow eyes
Beaks stabbing pikes
These birds of ill-repute
Make blackest crow seem clean
Colourful avarian personalities
Slyly sizing up the main chance
Ready to swoop on in
Feathered bully boys by nature
Nature's natural louts
With their calls ever raucous
As drunken football supporters of long ago.
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