The Town By The Bay

In my flights of fancy i visit the town by the bay
And hear the birds sing at the dawn of the day
In the town parkland on the bushes and trees
Their pleasant notes carrying in the freshening breeze
And on the mudflats with the ocean tide out
The tiny crabs in their thousands are feeding and crawling about
But sensitive to danger when footsteps they do hear
Into their holes in the mudflats they quickly disappear
High amongst the places of beauty i've known
The town by the bay has a charm of it's own
The pipings of the pied oystercatchers are pleasant to hear
They frequent the beach at all times of the year
Though from where i now live 'tis a long drive away
In fancy i do visit the town by the bay.