The gray butcherbirds are singing in Birdsland today
In fancy i hear them in the dawning gray
As the white cockatoos do scream as they fly
From their tall roosting trees to the paddocks nearby
Birdsland in the Yarra Ranges where Nature in peace does reside
Known to lovers of wildlife in places from there far and wide
It's very equal one does not often see
A safe haven from hunters and shooters for the wild and the free
A place that has inspired the writers of story and rhyme
I have not been to there for quite a long time
Though in fancy i often walk the pathway around the lake
With Jedder my black and white bitch just for old time sake
In Wonthaggi her last remains forever lay
And in kilometers from Birdsland i live far away.
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