One Can Only Visualize

One can only visualize the scent of new mown hay
On a cold and wet and windy Winter's day
The August sky is overcast and gray
And yet the calendar Spring is just four weeks away
And yet the bird who sings every day and some nights of the year
The magpie's voice melodious and clear
His kind's warbling notes so pleasant for to hear
Quite often heard at night when Spring is near
And in the park a bird i often hear and see
The dainty magpie lark does sing pee wee
And on the streets of the old country town
The cars and trucks keep buzzing up and down
In the drizzling rain the wind soughing in the trees
On a cold August day of a high of ten degrees.