Point Smythe

In Point Smythe a few miles from Venus Bay The grey kangaroos you see them out by day Of humankind they have lost most of their fear And they only bound off if you get too near. To Anderson's inlet through wood there's a path way And in that wood the shrike thrush in cloak of gray Pipe all day long his harmonious notes ring clear Such pleasant sounds sweet music to the ear. The wattlebirds on the flowering banksias call They sing all day from daybreak till nightfall They defend their source of food aggressively And they chase off others from their territory. At Anderson's inlet natural beauty abound Small crab holes on the mudflats all around These tiny crabs so sensitive to sound You see them briefly then they go to ground. I know of a haven for the wild and free And such a place to live might well suit me And i have this dream that on some future day I'll live at Point Smythe close to Venu Bay.