At Night In Kallista

At night in Kallista the wood of the white cockatoo The powerful owl calls out in his mournful woo hoo Where in the pale moonlight the giant mountain ash trees Are soughing ever softly in the freshening breeze The shrill voices of the ring tail possums one cannot mistake They forage for young leaves from nightfall 'til daybreak By day their nests of leaves on outer branches can be viewed from the ground In Kallista wood their numbers seem to abound For it's natural beauty a place widely known Kallista at night has a charm of it's own Fond memories of such beauty with me does remain And in fancy I'm back in Kallista again Where the night creatures call and the giant mountain ash trees Are soughing ever softly in the freshening breeze.