At 12 am the Autumn in her cloak of brown
Will quietly steal into the park of the town
The last day of the calendar Summer a changeable day
The sun at times behind dark gray clouds is hidden away
Tomorrow will be the first day of the southern Fall
And the magpie larks in the town park will call
Their familiar call song pee wee pee wee
The birds who build cup shaped nest of mud on low branch of tree
And by the weather forecast tomorrow will be warm and fine
In weather temperatures in the low twenties with spells of sunshine
At midnight the Autumn in brown on silent feet
Will creep into the park from the dimly lit street
And the pipe of the magpie in the dawning gray
Will welcome the birth of another new day.
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