Where The Dark Hopkins Flow

The silver bill magpie pipes on a gum tree
A bird quite familiar to many and me
And the magpie lark sings his distinctive pee wee
Near where the dark Hopkins waters crawl down to the sea
Milleniums before the first people to Australia came
When the now Hopkins River did not have a name
The old river known to so many today
Flowed to the sea at Warrnambool from brown hills far away
The old river that has inspired story and song
To geographic antiquity the Hopkins belong
Through the land of the long bill corella and the pale eyed crow
It widens and deepens and loses it's babble as near to the ocean it does flow
Where the coot and the moorhen and rare musk duck reside
It silently flows to the Pacific tide.