High over the mountains we like to fly,
and spy on you with our very sharp eyes.
We like to swim in deep rivers,
our appearance will make you quiver.
In the 20th century you tried to hunt us,
but you ran away we made such a fuss.
On sandy river banks we like to preen.
That's why you always see us so clean.
On small islands we like to nest,
perfect for a long month's rest.
In soft nests we lay our eggs,
in hope that little cygnets will hatch,
grey down, orange beak and legs
Foxes prowl along the bank.
If they get to close we'll give 'em a spank!
If a water snake gets to close, our neck, as long as a hose,
will stick out and bite that sly snakes snout.
He'll start to pout. That snake's crying just 'bout.
At the bottom of deep rivers we find green plants,
when we eat 'em they'll make us dance!
This has been a Trumpeter Swan talking you see,
I have to leave. I have a busy day ahead of me.
