Do que eu gosto é de homens com pêlo na venta V

Ora o barbudo da semana é um dos Bowerbirds, diz que se chama Phil e canta dit-dit-dit-dit-dit-dit-dit-dit-dit-dit!

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Se vos apetecer bater o pezinho e acompanhar, é assim:

And the warblers sing: deet-deet-deet-deet-deet-deet-deet-deet-deet-deet!
And the sparrows sing: deet-deet-deet-deet-deet-deet-deet-deet-deet-deet!
Through the wheels, through the wheels on the interstate,
And hear no refrain.

And the beetles creep (deet-deet-deet-deet-deet-deet-deet-deet-deet-deet!)
On the crippled trees, (deet-deet-deet-deet-deet-deet-deet-deet-deet-deet!)
And they look down to where the soil must have been, wondering.

And no, you're not alone.
No, my cousins, you're not alone.
You're in our talons now, and were never letting go.

And the branches bend (deet-deet-deet-deet-deet-deet-deet-deet-deet-deet!)
To the growing sea. (deet-deet-deet-deet-deet-deet-deet-deet-deet-deet!)
And they ask, and they ask it to spread their seeds,
For they know theyre drowning.

And no, you're not alone.
No, my cousins, you're not alone.
You're in our talons now, and were never letting go.
You're in our headlights, frozen, and no, were not stopping.
You may not believe, but even we were scared at first.
It takes a lot of nerve to destroy this wondrous earth.
Were only human; this at least we've learned