A Nice Winter's Day

Poem By Francis Duggan

The magpie larks call in the park by the bay
For June and early Winter such a beautiful day
And the familiar music so flute like and clear
Of the Aussie magpies who sing every day of the year
In the blue and sunny sky just a few clouds of gray
And the long weather forecast has more nice days on the way
A high for the day of eighteen degrees
And even some warmth in the freshening breeze
That does gently sough in the bushes and trees
The one who would find fault with this weather would be impossible to please
For the time of year such beautiful weather and such a nice day
Utopia from here cannot be far away
The magpie singing his flute like melody
And the magpie lark in the sunshine is calling pee wee.

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