Tui
The forest is a great green whare.
The Tui sings within its walls,
His waiata can he heard afar,
the trickiest of calls.
Head upturned,throat bobbing,
he opens up his beak.
Out pours his clever sounds,
craaack-craw,click,creak,tweet,tweet.
Whakarongo to this manu,
the master of mimicry.
Was that a bell,cellphone,or bird
high in the puriri tree?
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