Freshly mowed grass with the sweet scent of hay
Is wafting in the breeze of a November day
Behind the gray clouds the sun hidden away
The weather cool for late Spring in truth one can say
The coastal Moyne Shire looking lush and green after the recent rain
And the breeding frogs singing in the watery drain
Tiny and shy and hidden from sight
On their breeding Season they sing day and night
The blackbird a feathered minstrel of the Spring
Joy to the listener his familiar song bring
And the black and white birds who sing all through the year
The warblings of the magpies so pleasant to hear
And the paddocks quite green after the recnt showers
Are looking resplendent in their Nature's flowers.
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