The Tasman Starling

I was going on an afternoon walk,

We talked and talked and talked,

We walked past the lovely Oak Tree,

On Maple Street.

I heard a tiny voice coming from the tree,

The voice was asking for help,

It was the Tasman Starling,

He had an injured leg and could not fly.

We are endangered said the bird,

Please help me to fly,

So our species can live on.