I know the song each shy bush dweller sings,
From daybreak, when a small grey bellbird rings —
“Awake thou lazy one and stretch thy wings!”
Till all the golden air with sound vibrates
And every feathery throat with song pulsates
To join their music with wild mountain spates.
These songs I know and love!
“You’ll think this is a bit silly, but I’m a bit–well, I have a thing about birds.”
“What, a phobia?”
“Well, that’s the common term for an irrational fear of birds.”
“What do they call a rational fear of birds, then?”