By The Old Country Town

The gray clouds of darkness are crossing the sky
On a Winter twilight in early July
A magpie is warbling his farewell to day
For to proclaim his borders this is his way
In the quiet of the evening just after sundown
In the countryside close to the old country town
There is a cool chill in the freshening breeze
That is softly soughing in the darkening trees
The shrill cries of a dog fox from where i stand near
Perhaps searching for a mate at this time of year
Foxes though related to canines to most dog species different in their ways
The cubs that the male fox does father he does help for to raise
A magpie is warbling just after sundown
In the darkening twilight by the old country town.