Sing a Song of Sixty
Liar liar lyrebird, imitating ev’rything:
Ev’ry chord and ev’ry word – nothing roared and nothing slurred.
Why so sly, oh lyrebird ? Add another to your toll –
Ev’ry song you ever sang, you stole.
Liar liar lyrebird, add another to your toll:
Ev’ry chord and ev’ry word – none ignored and none preferred.
Why so sly, oh lyrebird ? Imitating ev’rything –
Ev’ry sound you ever heard, you sing.
Hymn of Mimicry
And the mocking-hens flock –
But how do they know
It’s a mocking-cock’s show ?
Two for one – the second poem is from a former verse of the first which never really fitted, and then the first one was substantially altered and out if had to go.