As the boobook owl called in the faint moonlight
The Spring arrived at the stroke of midnight
As she always does on September's first day
When she comes south for her annual three months stay
As Spring into the town park on silent wings did fly
The magpie's warbling song echoed to the silent sky
At dawn the blackbird's song pleasant to hear
The Spring it is his favorite time of the year
On Spring's first day the rain it is drizzling down
On the quiet streets of the old country town
On August the thirty first Winter's last day nice spells of sunshine
But on Spring's first day the weather not so fine
The Spring arrived at the stroke of midnight
As the magpie was warbling in the faint moonlight.
Sunday, August 31, 2014
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