Songs

I’m the bird you’ve got your eyes on
I’m the curve of the horizon
I’m the bird the land relies on
I am a humble bird

I am the monarch of the dark
a cousin of the tiger shark
My call’s an exclamation mark
my word my word my word

I’m famous in the media
I’m fast and then I’m speedier
I’m a kiwiwikipedia
I am a humble bird

I want to be quite honest as I’m really very modest
When I wander in the forest I eat up grubs as promised
and I know you’re all astonished by such a humble bird

My word my word my word my word

I am the king of table fruits
I polish all your dirty boots
I have no time for nincompoops
I am a humble bird

I’m carved into an English hill
I’m big like Wordsworth’s daffodils
my beak’s a big electric drill
my word my word my word

Oh my world is made of wonder
My voice it sounds like thunder
I’m never going under
No, not this humble bird

My word my word my word

I’m the bird you’ve got your eyes on
I’m the curve of the horizon
I’m the bird the land relies on
I am a humble bird

My word my word my word my word
I’m quite a bird