Displacement of the Zanda funerea

Yellow tail in the sky, 
Wanton destruction forced you out, 
Never saw you flying high. 
 
Habitat destroyed by human hands, 
With rage and fire, we left you to die, 
Yellow tail in the sky. 
 
Displaced and disowned, homeless. 
Trees burnt down, and we left you, 
Never saw you flying high. 
 
You watched your children die, left behind.  
Black glossy feathers find solace in a new home – heartbroken, 
Yellow tail in the sky.  
 
Bush land to suburban life, 
Houses and parks your new playground, 
Never saw you flying high. 
 
Where did you go now? 
The branches mourn without you. 
Yellow tail in the sky, 
Never saw you flying high.