The black and white mudlarks are calling pee wee
And the wattlebird on the callistemon tree
Into the red flowers sticks his slender bill
For to extract nectar from them in the park by the hill
In poems and in stories by writers often told
The beauty around me today I behold
A beauty in memory that lives on in time
That surely will outlive my old fashioned rhyme
On the sunlit trees the birds whistle and sing
To be out amongst Nature is such a great thing
On a beautiful day with a freshening breeze
With a high at most of twenty two degrees
And the black and white mudlark he calls out pee wee
Where Nature's great beauty is all around me.
And the wattlebird on the callistemon tree
Into the red flowers sticks his slender bill
For to extract nectar from them in the park by the hill
In poems and in stories by writers often told
The beauty around me today I behold
A beauty in memory that lives on in time
That surely will outlive my old fashioned rhyme
On the sunlit trees the birds whistle and sing
To be out amongst Nature is such a great thing
On a beautiful day with a freshening breeze
With a high at most of twenty two degrees
And the black and white mudlark he calls out pee wee
Where Nature's great beauty is all around me.