From memory, the childhood rewrite* of the song went something like this:
Kookaburra sits on an electric wire
Running up and down with his pants on fire…
The kookaburra in the photo above was neither running, nor on fire.
He was alone.
I was alone.
A moment of joint solitude.
* The original: ‘Kookaburra sits in the old gum tree. Merry, merry king of the bush is he…’