Apparently parrots, in parrot-like fashion,
repeat every word that you say,
but mocking birds shockingly mock with a passion,
a sarcastic mimic at play.
A lyre bird lies, and then tries to deny it,
hiding the truth from us all.
The crow lets us know he has nowhere to go,
by the long lazy tone of his call.
But the old kookaburra, such a cunning fella’,
don’t speak much, won’t sing us a song.
He just sees the humour in watching us humans,
and laughs at us all the day long.
© Allan Cropper
Great poem Alan. Love it.