They are considered as a noxious weed by those who profess to know
But the angled onion look pretty in their blossoms as white as snow
Nicknamed the angled onion because of their oniony smell
In woodlands and shady damp places they seem to thrive quite well.
In September and October when yellow flowers are on the broome
In the Woodlands around Sherbrooke the angled onions are in bloom
The flowers of Mother Nature are blooming everywhere
And the loud screechings of the white cockatoos are in the morning air.
When the angled onions are in bloom you know 'tis early Spring
And on bush and tree and scrub clad places the wild birds nest and sing
The pied currawong sing in the wood and gray clouds tell of rain
And the tiny frogs are singing in the pool and watery drain.
When the angled onion are in bloom you know that Spring is here
The piping of the gray shrike thrush is sweet music to the ear
The soft chirps of the crimson rosella one never could mistake
And the white backed magpies are fluting in the faint light of daybreak.
But the angled onion look pretty in their blossoms as white as snow
Nicknamed the angled onion because of their oniony smell
In woodlands and shady damp places they seem to thrive quite well.
In September and October when yellow flowers are on the broome
In the Woodlands around Sherbrooke the angled onions are in bloom
The flowers of Mother Nature are blooming everywhere
And the loud screechings of the white cockatoos are in the morning air.
When the angled onions are in bloom you know 'tis early Spring
And on bush and tree and scrub clad places the wild birds nest and sing
The pied currawong sing in the wood and gray clouds tell of rain
And the tiny frogs are singing in the pool and watery drain.
When the angled onion are in bloom you know that Spring is here
The piping of the gray shrike thrush is sweet music to the ear
The soft chirps of the crimson rosella one never could mistake
And the white backed magpies are fluting in the faint light of daybreak.