I love a desert washed country,
a place made for the sun,
a land of tall gum trees,
a place where kids can have fun.
I love her orange horizons,
I love her sunny plains,
I love her dry, cracked grounds,
I love her roring rains.
A pure sandy coastline,
a big white surf,
the way the waves crash,
brings me down to earth.
I love her tallest forest,
I love her smallet shrubs,
I love her gleaming rivers,
I love her earthy grubs,
A long, dry drought,
a hard, cracking ground,
my country australia,
is one in a million to be found.
I love her native birds,
I love her posioness snakes,
I love her beautiful fields,
I love her gentle quakes.
An unique country,
one which requires a special taste,
the one which I live in,
a country we can't waste.
I love her special feeling,
one which I can't describe,
I love her special home,
open for all to arrive.
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