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The Hadedahs at ten to five

Tell the world that they’re alive

With strangled calls and mournful cries

That echo right across our skies,

They keep it up till sleep has gone

Then vanish with the rising sun.

I know that we are meant to love

All creatures great and small

But whoever wrote those stupid words

Had never met these raucous birds

And their blood curdling call.