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Out There In The Townpark
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Out There In The Townpark

Out there in the Townpark in the dead of night
On the moonlit gum trees male brush tail possums snarl and fight
The winner claims the territory and the right to with the females mate
In Nature the biggest and the strongest the one to procreate
Out there in the Townpark in the pale moonlight
Above their territory masked lapwings calling whilst in flight
They are very wary with young to defend
In their breeding Season they trust none as a friend
Out there in the Townpark one of daylight shy
The owl known as boobook utters his mopoke cry
From their roosting branches small birds fly in fear
They can't sleep in safety with a hunter near
Out there in the Townpark in the dead of night
Nocturnal creatures calling in the pale moonlight.

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