Along the country roads
Gliding down from those
Huge Eucalyptus trees
Pecking at their favourite seeds!
Crimson Rosellas by the score
Everywhere I look around
There I see more and more
Every few minutes as I drive along
I get so scared for them as
They congregate on the roadsides
It feels so sad to see
A dead crimson Rosella
Who can no longer flee?
No matter how many cars
Go driving past so speedily!
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