Sunshine In The Blue Sky

Sunshine in the blue sky of clouds woolly gray
On a pleasant and breezy early january day
The flute of the magpie in the park by the bay
Earthly Utopia from this place cannot be far away
The silver billed magpie with the flute like song
A familiar voice of Australia that one ought not get wrong
On a sunlit gum tree so pleasant to hear
The bird who does sing every day of the year
The familiar pee wee of the pied magpie lark
He and his wife live and breed and die in this park
And dark welcome swallows chirping in the sky
In pursuit of flying insects all day they do fly
And butterflies dance in the freshening breeze
On a pleasant day in mid summer of around twenty degrees.