This one really is a challenge. I tried to do the verses up to the cargill, as I don't know that species. The difficult part, though, is giving it the same mood. These are as close I could get them:

On whispering breezes that blows where they will
Fly leather-winged half-truths that go for the kill
And bright-feathered stories fly red waves of light
Announcing new mornings and bringing the night.

Yet rustling of leaves and murmur of brook
Hatch feelings and words that won't live in a book
With black-dotted notes born on gossamer wing
They flutter the world over to make people sing

                                                                Mysha