A galah is something like a genius, under his cap of pale pink feathers,
Strutting so comically in his bright pink coat, made for all and any weathers.
Yes I’m sure a galah is a genius, his brain filled with so many ideas,
That he hasn’t time to think of anything else, and so has no fear,
To step out in front of a moving car, or stare down a ferocious cat,
Because he’s thinking of amazing things, and has no time for that.