The Old Merri River

In and out of Lake Pertobe it winds it's way slow Then on to the nearby ocean at a snail's pace it does flow The old Merri that has inspired bards for to rhyme The river as old as the father of time In Lake Pertobe Park in the dawn of the day The silver billed magpie in his cloak of dark and gray Pipe his beautiful music melodious and clear His kind known to sing every day of the year The most of the Winter days chilly to cool At Lady Bay near the Town of Warrnambool Near where the Merri river crawls into the sea Such beauty to live on in one's memory And were I a poet a poem of such beauty I'd write For lovers of poetry to read and recite.