Big black cockatoos The big birds come Those big black Cockatoos They crowd the skies with wings outspread So many of them too Their piercing cries fill all the air These beasts so powerful They seem to rule the deep blue sky With no trouble at all. These truly wondrous birds They alight upon a tree All filled with nutty Banksia fruits That sway in the morning breeze Then with a lot of crazy noise They fight and carry on And feed upon those Banksia nuts Till all these fruits are gone. Then when these guys are done Again they fill the sky As they fly off with their piercing cries Till soon the noise does die As they move off to some distant trees Far from the sight of me And I’m left to ponder on these birds And all their majesty