People can't help but point and laugh when I proudly show them his photograph They stare at his obsolete wings they don't appreciate the songs that he sings they joke that his pokey proboscis must get in the way when we kiss but I don't listen I can take their flack It's like water off a flightless birds back For he is the one who completes me My 6 foot 4 kiwi
He may not have the voice of a lyer bird he may not have the strength of a cock he may have a primitive avian brain but as everyone knows he knows loads about rock and when people that we meet in the street want to know what his name is he says hello - my name is alan... brough He's my imigrant endangered specied My 6 foot 4 kiwi
He's everything a national emblem should be if he was a fruit, he'd be green and fuzzy he should have his own TV series by 6 foor 4 kiwi He's really tall and he's from New Zealand...