Where sands are red and lands are dry
an Emu dreamed that he could fly.
He’d see the flyers finely dressed
and hear the Wombats say “look, they’re best!”
He saw his tattered feathers
They were wirey to wear.
They looked like wooden splinters
or a mammals head of hair!
He went to father Emu
“what’s the reason we can fly?’
“I flap my feathers fervently
but it’s futile to try!”
Father Emu answered simply “we were meant to run!
Forget this business about flight and let the thought be done.”
The Emu fled with great distress
and what was he to do?
He would try to finally fly
and leap from Uluru!
He made his way up to the top
of the greatest desert dwelling rock
and inched his way toward the brink.
Someone behind him called and said
“before you jump you think.”
The Emu swooped his neck around
and was shocked by what he saw.
A pink and gray, lovely bird, the flying great Gala!
The Emu said “but I can fly, this i know for sure!”
Replied the Gala honestly “if you jump you’ll hit the floor.”
The two then got to talking and the Emu left the ledge.
“Do not do that again” he said, “make me an Emus pledge”
He agreed and asked “what are you doing here?”
“I come to see the greatest bird and bird could ever peer.
They are the most graceful and elegant of birds
their wonderous abilities can’t be put to words.
Look! there comes one now, now you watch him run”
The Emu looked out to see something he was stunned!
The bird he held in high esteem wasn’t bright in hue
just basic brown, but beautiful, it was the great Emu!
“now get out there and run, do what you do best”
The Parrot said “and you forget the feathers on your dress.”
The Emu left great Uluru and ran with all his might.
He never thought once more about his feathers lack of flight.
He saw what he was born for
and that this had come to few.
He finally saw what’s really true
that he’s the Great Emu!