Bushfire

Robins sing a tune

but it is not a happy tune,

it gets awfully hot and we spot

something red and large. 

We fly up to our tree and watch our home 

disappear. 

We hear and see the flames 

getting closer and we try to fly away 

but it's too late. 

We burn in the flames.

We can't be saved. 

We are the last Gang-gang Cockatoos and you will be very sorry if this did happen. 

Don't let us go extinct, we are pleading for help.