Feathered fathers of our land,
Three magpies perched upon a branch,
Wondrous woes not known to man,
We’re not willing to take the chance,
To throw caution to the wind,
Footloose and fancy free,
Feathered fathers of our land,
Does love mean much to thee?
Three magpies perched upon a branch,
Wondrous woes not known to man,
We’re not willing to take the chance,
To throw caution to the wind,
Footloose and fancy free,
Feathered fathers of our land,
Does love mean much to thee?