He Is From The Place

He is from the place of yellow tail black cockatoo
The bird often referred to as the weerloo
The high wood of the gum and the wattle and monterey pine
Where boobook by day does hide from the sunshine
He does feel homesick living in the big town
The buzz of the traffic on the streets all day up and down
He miss the high country it's wildlife and trees
The freshness and coolness of the mountain breeze
In his twenty second year close to his life's prime
Two years in the big town to him seems a long time
To live without friends and family in the hills far away
Where the song of the weerloo does herald the day
The laughter of the kookaburras he has not heard for some while
From his old home in the hills he lives many a mile.