A soulful fluting sound is heard
From the rainforests of Queensland
Also the whirr of an electric saw
And the toots and da-dums of a brass band

They’re not the sounds of a jungle party 
Nor a trumpeter tuning his instrument 
It’s just the superb lyre bird
Showing off his vast vocal talents.

He can be found in the theatres he builds
In the dense brush of his forest abode
In which he dances like a prima donna 
For all the girls in his neighbourhood 

He fans out his beautiful lyre-like tail;
The girls all watch with interested eyes
He’ll also sing a little melody
His courtship rituals are quite sublime

He then goes up to the nearest bird 
And asks her if she likes his dance
If she says “Oh yes! I do good sir”
Well, then its the start of a little romance 

The superb lyrebird sets out to impress
Not one girl but a score of them
He’ll sing for up to four hours a day
Until every last one is in love with him

With each passing year he performs ever more
Incredible acts of song and dance 
Better and better are his displays
As he entertains his special audience 

If you ever chance to come across
A particularly friendly lyre bird
Say something to him a few times
And he may just mimic your magic word.