Another Grubby Poem

I am a Grey Butcherbird,

As I'm certain you can tell,

I have a most melodious call,

Most twitchers think it swell.

When Gouldy starts his chainsaw,

I'm never far away,

His woodpile is a wondrous source

For grubs all al dente.

My strong hooked bill will do the job,

As I swoop in for a meal,

Witchettys on the menu!

For me, no better deal.

And so this poem draws to a close,

That Ibis did the trick.

To see me in my glory,

Just give the pics a click!