Comes a scout in silence flying, One white cockatoo.

Comes a scout in silence flying,
One white cockatoo.
Back he goes to where the meeting
Waits among the trees.
Says, “The corn is fit for eating;
Hurry, if you please.”

Banjo Patterson

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THE CAPTIVE COCKATOO.
The cockatoo, a while freed from his cage,
If maimed wing allows, or tethering chain.
Climbs on the fence that overlooks the lane;
Or hobbled on his rusty iron stage
Glares round the yard And yet his heritage
Was mountain height illimitable and plain,
A whole wide continent was his domain
Who views a shrunken world In silent rage.
Sometimes to bitter fate he seems resigned,
And gabbles phrases of his captors speech,
But soon despair once more overclouds his
mind.
He calls, as though the gods he would beseech
For pity on his fallen state, with screech
He calls imprecations on all human-kind
GERALD BYRNE.
1932 ‘THE CAPTIVE COCKATOO.’, The Sydney Morning Herald (NSW : 1842 – 1954), 13 February, p. 9. , viewed 23 Jun 2016, http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article16840685
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