Though I do know that the currawong is not a species of crow br So little about Nature I feel that I do know br From human kind her secrets she keeps hidden away br But something new from Nature one learns every day br I always have loved Nature ever since I was a boy br And watching her wild creatures is a thing I do enjoy br And many of her songbirds I know them by their song br Their voices so distinctive one cannot get them wrong br The carolling of the skylark as upwards he does fly br Till he becomes so tiny a small speck in the sky br 'Tis not for love of living or for the joys of Spring br But for to proclaim his borders that the tiny bird does sing br And though I do know that a currawong is not a breed of crow br Of Nature's many secrets I could never hope to know.