I sit under the old gum tree

And hear the leaves rustling against the tree,

Then I hear the sweet song

Of the gold and black bird, it is the regent honeyeater. 


Its voice follows in the wind

Like ribbon twirling and curling,

Looking for its precious chicks

Chirping for their mother, waiting to eat.


The regent honeyeater lands on a wild flower

Dazzling and razzling the nectar with its superpower

Carrying pollen from one flower to the next

Spreading delight from just a few pecks.


As the sun shines through the Australian bush

The regent honeyeater is rare to be seen and heard,

Protect and conserve this amazing creature

We hope they survive, please spread the word!