Mid September In Victoria

The magpie lark sings his familiar pee wee And a magpie is warbling on a black wattle tree And the dark welcome swallows do chirp as they fly In pursuit of flying insects in the gray evening sky Mid September in Victoria in the early Spring The male nesting birds to proclaim their borders do whistle and sing The song of the shrike thrush melodious to hear It is such a beautiful time of the year Today though not sunny not cold a cool eighteen degrees And a nice sort of freshness in the freshening breeze That blow up the hill through the park by the bay How nice to be living on such a nice day The wildflowers in bloom after recent Spring rain And with such pleasant weather how can one complain.