An August Night In The Moyne Shire

A bright full moon shines in the starlit sky
And the hunting fox on the high paddock does cry
And mopoke mopoke the voice of the boobook owl in the still air echoes clear
In mid August on late Winter near the Spring of the year
On this beautiful night in the coastal Moyne Shire
Of singing the praises of Nature could one ever tire
For the time of year the weather quite mild a pleasant six degrees
With only the slightest of a coastal breeze
On the moonlit trees the male magpies do sing
Just seventeen sleeps from the first of the calendar Spring
Though the weather forecast for tomorrow dry and mild again
The tiny frogs singing for to warn us of rain
The fox barking on the high paddock in the moonlight
And Nature's nocturnal creatures out and about on a mild August night.