What a rapturous jollity
The kuliawan's life must be
As he chirps above the flowers
Of the fresh green vine-made bowers,
Kuliawan! Kuliawan! Kuliawan!
There he listen; on they run'
When at last their lay is done.
Merrily does he reply
With his loud, melodious cry,
"Kuliawan! Kuliawan! Kuliawan!"
Gay and wild he takes to flight,
Pours he out from his small throat
His resounding treble note,
"Kuliawan! Kuliawan! Kuliawan!"
The kuliawan's life must be
As he chirps above the flowers
Of the fresh green vine-made bowers,
Kuliawan! Kuliawan! Kuliawan!
There he listen; on they run'
When at last their lay is done.
Merrily does he reply
With his loud, melodious cry,
"Kuliawan! Kuliawan! Kuliawan!"
Gay and wild he takes to flight,
Pours he out from his small throat
His resounding treble note,
"Kuliawan! Kuliawan! Kuliawan!"
Leopoldo D. Uichando
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