To many people in the world, bowerbirds were made famous by Sir David Attenborough's nature documentaries and their elaborate courtship behaviors, where males construct an arched structure called a bower, decorated with sticks and sometimes brightly colored objects like fruit, leaves or even pieces of plastic, all in an effort to attract a mate 


Verse 1
In a quiet forest glade beneath the dripping fern,
There's a slender fellow building, where the fallen leaves return.
With sticks he forms an archway, and he places bright things too -
Little baubles from the world beyond, to woo the one he'll woo.

Chorus
Tiny fossil, in the woodland hall,
You gather shards of sky and sea and make them stand so tall.
With blue and gold and memories he calls,
For the one whose heart will wander to his bower-walls.

Verse 2
He lines it up with treasures: shells, a shiny thread so faint,
Leaves of emerald green, a bottle-cap of paint.
He dances on his stage, he whistles in the still,
Hoping she will wander in, around his crafted will.

Chorus
Tiny fossil, in the woodland hall,
You gather shards of sky and sea and make them stand so tall.
With blue and gold and memories he calls,
For the one whose heart will wander to his bower-walls.

Bridge
And she, the chooser, silent, steps through that archway door,
With cautious eyes she watches him and wonders what's in store.
For the structure isn't nest at all, but stage of bold design,
Where craft meets hope and nature's art and longing intertwine.

Verse 3
When the day is bending low and golden fire slips away,
He stands beside his arch and sighs for the one who'll stay.
But often she will pass him by, and he repairs again,
For love is built in stick and stone and hope that will not end.

Chorus (soft)
Tiny fossil, in the woodland hall,
You gather shards of sky and sea and make them stand so tall.
With blue and gold and memories he calls,
For the one whose heart will wander to his bower-walls.

Outro
In the hush of forest evening, by the shadows faint and clear,
You can hear the gentle hammer, the tender dream so dear.
Tiny fossil in the undergrowth, your art does softly sing -
A story told in smallest things, of courting, craft and wing.

Tiny Fossil

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