Suburban Woman

The sun behind the gray clouds hid away Yet it is such a mild and balmy day Not warm or cool with just the slightest breeze Such lovely weather never fail to please. Such heartfelt pleasure misnamed leisure hours In her front garden watering her flowers Suburban woman hums a catchy tune A happy soul on a Spring afternoon. White butterflies around the roses play Their life is brief five human years to a day And wattlebirds croak on the flowering trees In temperatures of near twenty degrees. Noisy miners piping in the park nearby And in and out of flowering gums the lories fly And suburban woman know the bird by it's cry And she loves Nature and Nature's beauty enjoy. She waters her roses and her garden tend And to Mother Nature she is a good friend Harmful pesticides or noxious sprays she doesn't use And of environmental damage her you can't accuse. The blooming flowers and roses scenting sweet In her front garden off of the busy street And suburban woman hums a catchy tune On a balmy October sunday afternoon.