The fox is hunting on the mountain there's no mistaking his wild cry
And the full moon is silently stealing it's way through the Autumn night sky
The boobook owl on the moonlit acacias utters forth his distinctive mopoke call
On a calm night in early April in the prime of the southern Fall
The brush tail possums snarling, clawing and biting in a fight for territory
Shy though aggressive marsupials in daylight them one does not see
April in Victoria Australia is such a nice time of the year
The weather at most seems quite pleasant though Winter days are drawing near
The calmness of night all around me such beauty a poet to poetry would inspire
Of singing the praises of Nature I wonder could one ever tire
When the diurnal creatures are resting the nocturnal creatures are out
The hunting fox barks on the mountain in the moonlight prowling about
The moonlit sky is calm and starry with only the faintest of breeze
The boobook owl calling out mopoke and possums quarrel on the trees.
And the full moon is silently stealing it's way through the Autumn night sky
The boobook owl on the moonlit acacias utters forth his distinctive mopoke call
On a calm night in early April in the prime of the southern Fall
The brush tail possums snarling, clawing and biting in a fight for territory
Shy though aggressive marsupials in daylight them one does not see
April in Victoria Australia is such a nice time of the year
The weather at most seems quite pleasant though Winter days are drawing near
The calmness of night all around me such beauty a poet to poetry would inspire
Of singing the praises of Nature I wonder could one ever tire
When the diurnal creatures are resting the nocturnal creatures are out
The hunting fox barks on the mountain in the moonlight prowling about
The moonlit sky is calm and starry with only the faintest of breeze
The boobook owl calling out mopoke and possums quarrel on the trees.
