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Pi pi pi... kekyo kekyo Hooo- hoke'kyo Hoohokekyo. Young Japanese Bush Warblers do not initially perform the "hoohokekyo" song skillfully, but gradually learn to sing by imitating others in the vicinity.
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Hooo- hokekyo, hooo- hokekyo. The songs of two Japanese Bush Warblers are recorded here on a single file.
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Hoohokekyo
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Hoohokekyo
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Hoohokekyo
“People fall out of windows, trees tumble down, Summer is changed to winter, the young grow old The air is full of children, statues, roofs And snow. The theatre is spinning round, Colliding with deaf-mute churches and optical trains. The most massive sopranos are singing songs of scales.” —Wallace Stevens (1879–1955)
“The hills are alive with the sound of music, with songs they have sung for a thousand years.” —Oscar Hammerstein II (1895–1960)
“O women, kneeling by your altar-rails long hence, When songs I wove for my beloved hide the prayer, And smoke from this dead heart drifts through the violet air And covers away the smoke of myrrh and frankincense; Bend down and pray for all that sin I wove in song....” —William Butler Yeats (1865–1939)