The Arrival Of June

Though the day is not raining a cool chill about
Winter has arrived in the Land of the south
There is a certain coolness in the timid breeze
On a cool high for the day of sixteen degrees
The magpies in their warbling a bit out of tune
They do not reserve their best singing for June
In Winter their finest notes one never does hear
Though they are known to sing every day of the year
Though Winter has arrived without any rain
The tiny breeding frogs singing in every pond and drain
Their tadpoles will have grown to young frogs by the Spring
The cycle of Nature is an amazing thing
Little warmth in the sunshine on Winter's first day
But for the time of year this to be expected in truth one can say.