A variation on the same theme.
This version was written by Peter MacNab after hearing a report that due to the lack of trees in the islands of Orkney, British Telecom (BT) were getting masses of call outs to repair telephone lines damaged by birds trying to build nests on the top of telegraph poles. Electricity lines were being damaged in the same way.

THE TWA CORBIES

An Orkney man was on the phone
When he spied twa corbies ootside his home
The tain untae the tuther did say
Lets cut this auld man off the day

Oh in ahint yon auld fell dyke
Someone has dumped a smashed up bike
There's a broken chain and lots o' spokes
And we'll sort them oot in just twa croaks

That line of poles coming frae his hoose
Thats where he gets his electric juice
We'll tak a spoke - drop it on the wire
Nae fuse tae light - ye just retire

And see that other line of poles
That's waur he gets his telephone calls
We'll tak the chain - drop it o'er there
And he'll get nae calls for a month or mair

And when that's done we will be blessed
Wi' a place waur we can build oor nest
Nae electric shocks shootin' up oor legs
Nae chance o' laying hard boiled eggs

This island - it has nae trees
So we nest up poles high in the breeze
I could move doon south - maybe tae Dundee
But I'd miss ma money frae BT.
^^