Clever Bird

I’m a quiet bird, a clever bird, a strong bird and free;
I'm a charming bird, a cheeky bird, singing just for me;
I'm a quick bird, a loyal bird, swooping in the spring;
I remember people, chiefly those whose bikes ring.

I’ll never be a silly bird crowing at the sun;
A dull bird, a pack bird, all together one;
Not for me the garden mound, nor the rubbish bin;
I prefer a treetop nest, to raise my chicks in.

Other birds cannot compete, the songs that I can sing;
No animal can compare, even our merry bush king;
You may not remember me but I’ll remember you;
If you give me food, you never know what I’ll do.