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.
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