Lyrics The Telephone Bird. - John Edmond

Once a bunch a hikers went out of the smoky city
To find a place with no rat race where scenery is pretty
No walls or halls or shopping malls or roads or railway tracks
No super bowls or telephone poles or smoky chimney stacks
No trucks or trains or cars or planes but really most of all
There was no one who really wanted to take a telephone call
'Twas quite absurd for someone heard a familiar ring tone
Said I'll be damned I'm sure I heard a tinkling telephone
It's so remote there are no goats or donkeys even sheep
With bells around their necks to tell the shepherd where they feed
Gimme cars back firing or police sirens but really here's the thing
There's no one here that wants to hear that nagging telephone ring
This is absurd
Is it a telephone or could it be a bird
Must we stop the hike?
No it's a telephone bird
It's a Brubru shrike
They said we'd like to go on with the hike it's only a false alarm
We're really out in the wilderness not even on a farm
No sound of cows or sows or ploughs a-tilling up the land
Or cocks a crowin' mowers mowin' or lorrys movin' sand
No detractor like a tractor movin' bales of hay
We're far away from civilization so let's enjoy the day
This is absurd
Is it a telephone or could it be a bird
Must we stop the hike?
No it's a telephone bird
It's a Brubru shrike
This is absurd
Is it a telephone or could it be a bird
Must we stop the hike?
No it's a telephone bird
It's a Brubru shrike