Who could be the judge
Of just what, sounds the best.
Each listening, so differently
Who'd rise to take the test?
We mortat things have got a voice,
To use, or to abuse,
Who'd shut their mouth,
Or hold their tongue
Is fear, their best excuse?

The birds, will sing upon some branch,
To green leaves as they hang,
The Cockatoo, will screach a scream,
The Bell-bird has just rang,
The Raven spoke its warning,as
The Sparrow just, tweet-tweeted,
They, each of them< would sing their song,
Not, one of them competed.

All equal in existance,
In song, The woodland rang,
The forrest,would be silant,
If, just, the "best bird",sang>

There's always a spider in the tree.