The weather cool a slight chill in the breeze
A high today of seventeen degrees
The laughter of the kookaburras loud and clear
They can be heard every day of the year
In the high woodland home to currawong
And magpie with the ever flute like song
Deciduous trees in Summer that wore a green shawl
Are slowly losing their brown leaves to the Fall
In the chilly Winter winds they will stand bare
Next Spring new cloaks of green leaves they will wear
The wind does blow fresh fallen leaves around
In the green Parkland on the higher ground
Where on the tall gums the white cockies call
In Pirianda Garden in the Fall.
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