Stewart Island Song
Music by Glyn Collinson
Lyrics by Kirk McKusick
Recorded in the Anini House, Kauai, Hawaii on August 30, 2004

 ``This song is entirely Kirk's fault, and is based on the most unlikely bird song that I've ever heard, on Stewart Island off the south coast of New Zealand.''

 We walked along the southern shore with compass pointing true
Overhead inverted moon in sky of azure blue
To our surprise a tune broke out from high atop a tree
We heard the call of folky bird with catchy melody 

He sings on high, he sings on low, he's running out of luck
You cannot miss the bird that's singing...

 It skipped and flew across the road, we thought that it had gone
We walked along the winding trail and listened for its song
To our delight from overhead our folky bird returned
And proudly whistled forth the tune that earlier we'd learned

He sings on high, he sings on low, he's running out of luck
You cannot miss the bird that's singing...

As smiles returned back to our face we turned to whistle 'hi'
Instead we saw a chubby bloke with shotgun aimed at sky
The shot rang out and feathers flew, the bird fell to our feet
All that remained of folky bird was a beleated tweet

 He sings on high, he sings on low, he's running out of luck
You cannot miss the bird that wants a...

 ``I have the feeling this one will come back to haunt me''