Every morning, before sunrise,
she warbles music notes in her throat,
Quardle oodle ardle wardle doodle

A warm vocal sound,
playful and rich tones,
in a repeating cadence,
Quardle oodle ardle wardle doodle

Than she swoops down fearlessly
from the electricity pole
upon the veranda railing,
and slips some mince down her beak.
Quardle oodle ardle wardle doodle