They count me but a common bird,
   Unworthy of respect,
Who see me chained, with mien absurd,
Striving to croak some alien word
   Of some strange dialect:
A captive robbed of freedom's right,
To be a clown for man's delight.
 
But where, in blue skies, wild and free,
   My gleaming cohorts go,
Screaming in joyous ecstasy,
To settle on some withered tree
   Like sudden falling snow,
Of great while blossoms heaven-sent --
Here am I in my element.
 
Come, seek me then to be a clown
   For man's divertisement!
For as great flock settles down
To raid your fields by bush or town,
   High is my sentry sent
To watch from out the topmost tree
With keen, unwinking scrutiny.
 
Now, let the smallest sign denote
   Some threat of danger nigh,
And sudden, from a screaming throat
He sounds his warning trumpet note,
   His golden crest held high,
And we are gone, like drifting snow,
Shrieking derision as we go.

"Den"
Herald, 18 July 1933, p6