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00:00Sous-titrage Société Radio-Canada
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01:00Abhorrent! This is how it should be done!
01:03And sang a carol to the sun.
01:07Oh, I say, what a frightful din! Can anybody join in?
01:12The cockatoo was flying by and started whistling clear and high
01:16when Amy Emu down below added her voice, sweet and low.
01:21All in all, they made up Rorius, the bush with their dawn chorus.
01:27I think you really must agree, I have the best voice of the three,
01:32said Maggie, quite a last supremer.
01:34But Bunyip's voice said, what a dreamer!
01:37I have by far the sweetest tone, my voice must surely stand alone.
01:41Really, said Maggie in a huff, I think your judgment's pretty rough.
01:46Then Cocky's voice said, fair go, mate.
01:49Bunyip's voice is like a slate, with fingernails scratching a line.
01:53Surely the sweetest voice is mine!
01:56We didn't speak, they said to Maggie, and Emu pointed out a swaggy,
02:00partly hidden where the trees were stirring in the morning breeze.
02:04Aha, said Bunyip in delight, and parting leaves revealed to sight
02:09the one whose voice they'd only heard, the culprit, Billy Lyrebird.
02:14It was just a little joke.
02:16All you happy singing folk were having such a bonzer time.
02:21I'd hoped you'd like my clever mime.
02:24Maggie Magpie fluffed a feather.
02:26Yes, I know you think it's clever to hide among the twigs and boulders
02:30and mock your betters and your elders.
02:33I heard your singing, sweet and low, and I do love the music so,
02:37and you all have such lovely voices, everyone who hears rejoices.
02:41The choristers were plainly pleased, but gently Bunyip nudged and teased.
02:46Come on Billy, it's your turn, our forgiveness you must earn.
02:51Oh no, I'm too shy to compete, your repertoire is so complete.
02:56And Billy blushed uncomfortably and tried to hide behind the tree.
03:01Please, please, the birds cried out together and pulled him out by his tail feather.
03:07Sing us something of your own, something that is yours alone.
03:10The birds and Bunyip held their breath, the waterfall fell quiet as death
03:14as Billy Lyrebird began to sing about this ancient land.
03:20He sang the song of willy-willy, dancing round like Dennis Lily.
03:26And one of trickling gullies, moist, where giant tree ferns
03:29darkly hoist their fronds into bell-birded sky,
03:32while great blue butterflies drift by.
03:35He sang of diamond-studded night, and purple noon's transparent might.
03:40And then, a jolly sailing tune of ferries in the afternoon,
03:44and yachts and tack and port and starboard, on all the sparkling waters harboured.
03:50Not all my songs are oldies, this is bound to be a hit or miss.
03:55Why, said Bunyip, it's a holden going up the great genollan cave I rode
04:00Why, said Bunyip, it's a holden going up the great genollan cave I rode at ten past two.
04:06Correct, cried Billy, that'll do, and here's another.
04:11Tail uncoiling, they all cried, it's a kettle boiling, the greatest song in all the world.
04:17Lyrebird's tail was quite uncurled.
04:20Come, they cried, a tea-time song.
04:23Bunyip said, quickly, come along, the scones are in the oven baking,
04:27who'll save me from tummy aching?
04:33On his fifteenth apple crumble, Billy's tummy gave a rumble.
04:37What song is that? he asked around.
04:40Echoes of rivers underground, or even, though I guess I'd make,
04:45a lyrebird who's full of cake?
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