Orange-Bellied Parrot

The beautiful parrot swoops through the trees,

Its orange belly flashing.

It lands in its nest,

Comes down to rest,

On the bark and fluff in the hollow.

His mate and chicks,

Greet him with flicks

On his feathers, saying hello.

But alas! This life was not meant to be.

As through the bush, through the trees,

Comes a miller, to take all it will please.

Then houses, and people, and dogs galore.

They come onto the precious bush floor.

Kicking and stamping and stomping their feet.

What will the sweet parrots eat?

We must save the parrots,

We must help them out.

Do all that you can

To help these birds out.