November

Though little of her ways i can claim to know
My wonder of Nature never ceases to grow
The nesting birds whistling on bushes and trees
On a beautiful Spring day of sunshine and breeze
A voice familiar to many and familiar to me
The magpie lark in the park singing pee wee
In the blue and sunny sky just a few clouds of gray
Who could not but feel happy on such a nice day
November a beautiful time of the year
The warmer days of summer are drawing ever near
The dark swallows chasing flying insects through the sky
And young birds out of the nest are learning how to fly
The magpies and blackbirds and finches and shrike thrushes on song
And young sparrows in their nest chirping all day long.