Kookaburra perched on gum branch, in state of merriment, excitedly anticipates arrival of his lipogram.

“Dear Kookaburra singing ‘oo-a-u-a’,

First, a storm is on the horizon, so you need to create [make]shelter. Colligate some grasses and twigs into a nest of protection.

Second, wet feathers may leave flights of fancy puckeroo. Dry off in a roo’s pouch when the clouds are clear.

Finally [third], mice have moved [migrated] away, so you must seek alt [other] foods. The myopic ave [bird] catches no [neither] wiggly [worm], no [nor] scaled scamp [lizard], and no [nor] emboldened beetle [crunchy crawler].

Yours truly,

Koala grunting ‘oa-a'” ; )