‘Three Birds’

With a voice like a flute it sings, When it flies on its dark speckled wings. If you see it, you’ll know it by sight, It’s a sandpiper, grey-green and white.

Over rivers and lakes these birds fly With a shrill, ringing call shall it cry, Unmistakeable, red, white and blue, It’s a kingfisher, beautiful too.

Now this one is known as a thief, Its song is heard over our heaths, Piping innocent notes as it flies, It’s the winged Artful Dodger magpie.

- Huan-Li