Diane Hine - Bird Life lyrics

Perched upon an old wheelbarrow- Scrutinizing Crow, commentated long, on all he saw. Feathered friends, who came to wallow, splashing in the bird-bath hollow disregarded Crow's bizarre guffaw. 'Are you starling, from the meadow'? asked the puzzled crow. 'You fit the bill and yet I see a flaw'. 'Tail feathers, long and narrow, sharp as swallow's twin-pronged arrow, force me to admit, I'm quite unsure'. 'I'm the Swarling from the plateau', bird replied, 'Hello'. 'My plumage is unique and furthermore'- 'Meet my friend, the warbling Starlow, deft in flight as dancing shadow, blessed with starling beak and swallow claw'. 'Preposterous'! said crow with gusto, 'strange imbroglio'. 'You must be one or other, it's the law'. To which the enigmatic duo, chirped a ringing manifesto. Crow could think of nowt to say, but 'Caw'.