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Sullivan and I recorded this song together:


When I went into the garden today

I could hear the birds

I wish I could make them stay

But this is what I heard:

                                                     

A flock or two of cockatoo                                                       A pretty pair of parrots                                                       A great gala of pink galahs                                                       The chorus of corellas

                                                     

Native miners in minor key                                                       A troop of Major Mitchells                                                       Honeyeaters who gently sang                                                       And there were golden whistlers                                                      

When I went into the garden today                                                       I could hear the birds                                                       I wish I could have made them stay                                                       But this is what I heard:

                                                     

The larking of the sweet mud larks                                                       Rosellas in rising song                                                       An orchestra of kestrel calls                                                       And kookaburras laughing along

                                                     

The soft chimes of the bellbirds rang                                                       The lorikeets held a key                                                       The butcherbirds tried to sing in tune                                                       But Butchered it wonderfully

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