Before he could share his vocal with the local,
His territory he had to claim, then he could rise to fame.
All through the night, his melodies were a delight.
He was heard, and on the night of the third,
His love couldn't wait, and she came through the gate.
He was there to protect, not neglect.
One dark night, with no moonlight,
They were almost mobbed, and robbed.
He mimicked a car alarm, which worked like a charm.
And flapped his bright splashes of white, making them work like one big search light.
The robbers ran with fright, on that fateful night.
He was a one bird act, and kept his family intact.
But his melodies and alarms, were certainly heard.
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