A Cold Winter's Morning

The elms stand naked their brown leaves on the ground On the gravel path by the winds scattered around The overnight frost has left the park looking gray Just after daybreak on a cold Winter's day. The magpie on the blackwood tree seems brave to sing He sings all year round though more often in Spring But his voice sounds melodious at all times of year And on a frosty morning so pleasant to hear. The sparrows in the parkland are chirping away In all sorts of weather they chirp through the day Weavers classified as songbirds though that seems a bit wrong Since sparrows as such they do not have a song. A cold and frosty morning around zero degrees The currawongs calling on the tall gum trees Some say they sing their loudest prior to and during rain And their currawong notes they repeat over and again. A cold Winter's morning the park gray to white Will green in the sun from the frost overnight And the song of the magpie one cannot mistake He sings on the blackwood just after daybreak.