Brown butterflies dancing in the sun and the breeze
On a January day close to thirty degrees
The brown grass looks lifeless and the countryside as dry as it has ever been
And only the trees and the bushes look green
The air full of the buzzings of flies and of bees
And the wallabies shelter from the sun in the shade of the trees
For many weeks El Nino has been around
Sucking every drop of moisture from the ground
In places miles distant and in places near
In the news every day of more bushfires we do hear
In these times of Climate Change many creeks are bone dry
And the sun shining hot in the clear and blue sky
And everywhere brown and dry nothing is growing
And thistledown in the winds of Summer blowing.
On a January day close to thirty degrees
The brown grass looks lifeless and the countryside as dry as it has ever been
And only the trees and the bushes look green
The air full of the buzzings of flies and of bees
And the wallabies shelter from the sun in the shade of the trees
For many weeks El Nino has been around
Sucking every drop of moisture from the ground
In places miles distant and in places near
In the news every day of more bushfires we do hear
In these times of Climate Change many creeks are bone dry
And the sun shining hot in the clear and blue sky
And everywhere brown and dry nothing is growing
And thistledown in the winds of Summer blowing.
