The warm air full of the buzzings of flies and of bees
The day it is warm close to forty degrees
Around the flower beds and the blossoming trees
The white and the brown butterflies seemingly dance in the breeze
The park seems deserted no children at play
For them it has to be an out of the sun day
Of such heatwave conditions nice things one cannot say
Though the weather forecast has a cool change on the way
The weather of late has been acting quite strange
We are in the century of Climate Change
The unpredictable temperatures soar up and drop down
And the sprinklers at work in the gardens of the town
Of more homes lost to bushfires in the news we do hear
For some it will not be a very good year.
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