On Seeing A Nankeen Kestrel Being Mobbed By Noisy Miners.

Around a nankeen kestrel a pair of noisy miners fly
And they drive him from their territory across the morning sky
They have their nest with young in it on a tree somewhere nearby
And to protect their nestlings their outmost they will try.

The kestrel would steal and eat their nestlings of that they are aware
And to drive him from their territory no effort do they spare
On behalf of their next generation the songsters of next year
The ever agressive miners of danger lose all fear.

The gray feathered miners with the brown nankeen kestrel their territory they won't share
They keep mobbing him in the sky till he fly to elsewhere
They have their invisible borders and their borders they will defend
And in their breeding Season they trust none as a friend.

They kept mobbing the nankeen kestrel until they had moved him on
And then they returned to a nearby tree when from their borders he had gone
When they feel their young are threatened great courage they display
And the much bigger nankeen kestrel from their territory they chase away.