In December

In the nearby paddock the sweet scent of grass that has been mowed for hay
And the rose trees covered in beautiful roses on this nice Summer day
White butterflies dancing in the gentle breeze
In the sunlit park around the bushes and trees
And Nature looking green after recent rain
With such pleasant weather one cannot complain
On the paddock fence willy wagtail does sing
His distinctive little song is a familiar thing
The magpies lay on the grass to take in the sun birds too love basking in the sunshine
A weather forecast high for the day of a warm twenty nine
Many birds are familiar by their chirp or their song
And the coarse song of the mynas one cannot get wrong
In this place that to Earthly Utopia is near
In December a beautiful time of the year.