The children in the park playground do laugh whilst they play
'Tis sunny today in the town by the bay
The flute of the magpie melodious to hear
The bird that does sing every day of the year
Of the beauty around me a poet would write
A poem for others to enjoy and read and recite
With a nice sort of warmth in the sunshine and the timid breeze
Gently soughing it's way through the bushes and trees
In the post New Year holiday weeks in January in Summer's prime
When poets by Nature's beauty are inspired to rhyme
One can hear the rumble of the nearby sea
A voice that will outlive a mortal like me
Fair butterflies dancing in the sunny sky
And dark swallows chasing flying insects do chirp as they fly
'Tis sunny today in the town by the bay
The flute of the magpie melodious to hear
The bird that does sing every day of the year
Of the beauty around me a poet would write
A poem for others to enjoy and read and recite
With a nice sort of warmth in the sunshine and the timid breeze
Gently soughing it's way through the bushes and trees
In the post New Year holiday weeks in January in Summer's prime
When poets by Nature's beauty are inspired to rhyme
One can hear the rumble of the nearby sea
A voice that will outlive a mortal like me
Fair butterflies dancing in the sunny sky
And dark swallows chasing flying insects do chirp as they fly