A Beautiful evening in March in the early Fall
The magpies are fluting the corellas call
And the red wattlebirds on the blossoming trees
Their loud cacklings carrying in the freshening breeze.
And a voice that's familiar all day until dark
The mudlark sings pee wee in the old town park
And brown leaves on the path off of the deciduous trees
Are blowing to and fro in the freshening breeze.
A Beautiful end to a perfect March day
In the children's playground children laugh and play
And the little house sparrows in feathers of brown
Chirp on the hedgerow in the park of the town.
A beautiful evening the birds chirp and sing
The wonders of Nature is a magical thing
The sun going down red in the western sky
And the roost bound starlings wheel and turn as they fly.
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