We've got a lot of Galahs around
They make a squawking sound
They fly around the Australian bush
Sitting in our Eucalypts: singing out loud
They are not so very beautiful with their grey & pink
But of them we are quite proud: you see
Those silly old Galahs mate for life I think
They stay together: until death does them part
Then they mourn their partners for a while
Crying out their sadness & their pain
Until finally they die as well: what an awful hell
To be left alone to cry all day & night until
In death they are reunited: love is requited
And all is peaceful & quite once again!
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