In The Park In Cobden Town (1 Viewer)

In the Public Park in Cobden the wild birds chirp and sing
And the black crickets are singing Nature's an amazing thing
And the tiny brown frogs are calling one could never get them wrong
Most creatures born in Nature distinctive in their call or song
I've been learning about Nature though I do not know her that well
Though the grey butcherbird and magpie by their voices I can tell
Yet every day from Nature we learn something new
Though her wonders are so many and her secrets are not few
in the Public Park in Cobden mine may be a stranger's face
But I feel so very much at ease in such a lovely place
For to describe such beauty the words I do not have to say
Earthly Utopia from Cobden cannot be too far away
The leaves on the deciduous trees turning yellow and reddish brown
On a pleasant March day in the Fall in the Park in Cobden Town.
 

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