The currawong
He's never wrong
Cos he's the currawong
The currawong
The currawong
He don't belong
To anyone
Cos he's the currawong
The currawong
Walkin' around
On the lawn
The currawong
He's always there, he's always there
Doin' his thing, he doesn't care
He doesn't know, he doesn't know
What to do or where to go
Look at his stare, those beady eyes
I wonder what is on his mind
Something about that crooked smile
Made me stop and think awhile
So I asked the currawong,
"Is anything wrong?"
He said, "my wings are hurt.
My wings don't work."
So I took him in
Into my house
He jumped on my arm
The currawong
I sat him down over some food
We had a chat, just us two
We made a plan to fix his wings
So he could fly off and meet his friends
I got my computer, logged on
Looked up "how to fix a currawong"
Got some ideas off the web
And told currawong what it said
Working away
Working away every day
Building up the strength
To work those wings again
Building up the strength
To work those wings again
Working away every day
Getting stronger with time and practice
And care and affection
That's all that matters
I love currawong, he loves me
And we'll help each other
Get back to full capacity eventually
Then one day
A clear blue day
The currawong
Flew away
I watched him go
Flapping his wings
Taking off
Into the wind
Goodbye, currawong
So long, my currawong
So long, my currawong