The Laughing Kookaburras

In the wooded park overlooking the town
At twilight of evening just before sundown
The kookaburras raucous laughter echoes loud and clear
Their familiar voices one often does hear
As kingfishers the largest of their family
Though kookaburras fishing one never do see
They don't dive into water small fish to pursue
As the smaller kingfishers than them always do,
On a big tree at the edge of their borders they always give tongue
And they kill and eat small snakes and lizards and other birds young,
The dry land kingfishers who hunt for their prey
Through the year's four Seasons they laugh every day,
In small family groups they call out together a territorial thing
And through the wooded hillside their loud laughter ring.