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Banjo Paterson - Camouflage
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Beside the bare and beaten track of travelling flocks and herds
The woodpecker went tapping on, the postman of the birds,
"I`ve got a letter here," he said, "that no one`s understood,
Addressed as follows: `To the bird that`s like a piece of wood.`

"The soldier bird got very cross — it wasn`t meant for her;
The spurwing plover had a try to stab me with a spur:
The jackass laughed, and said the thing was written for a lark.
I think I`ll chuck this postman job and take to stripping bark."

Then all the birds for miles around came in to lend a hand;
They perched upon a broken limb as thick as they could stand,
And just as old man eaglehawk prepared to have his say
A portion of the broken limb got up and flew away.

Then, casting grammar to the winds, the postman said, "That`s him!
The boobook owl — he squats himself along a broken limb,
And pokes his beak up like a stick; there`s not a bird, I vow,
Can tell you which is boobook owl and which is broken bough.

"And that`s the thing he calls his nest — that jerry-built affair —
A bunch of sticks across a fork; I`ll leave his letter there.
A cuckoo wouldn`t use his nest, but what`s the odds to him —
A bird that tries to imitate a piece of leaning limb!"
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