The First Of The Calendar Summer Poem by Francis Duggan

The first of the calendar Summer and the first of December and the rain drizzling down
On the streets and the parks and the sidewalks of old Koroit Town
The weather wet and cloudy for the time of year
But weatherwise that Nature is never predictable is obviously quite clear
But with the precipitation none ought to complain
Since after the dry spell of weather it is always welcome the rain
The parks and the paddocks of Koroit looking green
And as healthy looking as they have ever been
Do not see any white butterflies out and flying about today
From the rain under cover of leaves they are hiding away
In their short lives they are only active in weather fine
One can say of them they enjoy the warmth of the sunshine
And how nice for to hear a male blackbird sing
One who is known to sing his finest songs in the Spring.