The chill of Winter and June is in the evening breeze
The sun behind gray clouds is hidden away
It has only been seen for a brief while today
June in the Moyne Shire is a cool and wet time of year
Though each passing day brings the first of Spring near
To the coastal country of the Peek Wurrong
Post solstice the days in time grow slightly long
But the warbling of the birds who sing all through the year
The black and white magpies always a joy for to hear
Once seen and once heard one never again get them wrong
To the piping shrike family they does belong
In the gray of the evening in the sunless sky
The starlings in large flocks towards their roosting trees fly.
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