A Chilly Evening In June

The tiny breeding frogs are singing in the roadside drain And the magpie he pipes in the wind and the rain And as shades of darkness roll across the sky The foxes are barking on the hill nearby In the chilly gloam of a gray Winter's day The grey roos in the scrub they box as they play And the calls of the birds known to some as weerloo The big birds known to most as yellow tail black cockatoo, A chilly evening in June ten weeks from the Spring But the grey backed magpie is not shy to sing, With it the gray fog carries a silent chill As it slowly creeps across the old stony hill, On a chilly evening not cold enough to snow Harsh is the caw of the dark homing crow.