The Merri Forever Poem by Francis Duggan

Home to the aussie magpie and the pale eyed crow
The green countryside where the old Merri flow
Slowly on to Warrnambool to Lady Bay
Long before it was named the Merri an old waterway
Four to five miles from the City of Warrnambool
The water hens cry in a dark river pool
On warm Summer evenings centuries ago in the shade of the trees
The Indigenous people danced their corroborees
For the river now known as the Merri they had their own name
But time with it brings change and nothing stays the same
An old river that has inspired story and rhyme
That was very old even in the Dreamtime
The Merri forever is flowing night and day
To Warrnambool to the sea at Lady Bay.