In Jells Parkland

At mid evening in Jells Parkland the noisy miners singing
And march flies bite you for your blood and leave slight sense of stinging
And at margin of the brown lake the water birds assemble
And in the slightly freshening breeze the melaleucas tremble.

Much to the joy of watching pair a mum and her young daughter
The small dark coots look dumpy birds when they are out of water
And dusky moorhens almost tame and silver gulls in plenty
To every bird in Jells Park lake of gulls you will see twenty.

The red faced eastern swamphen dark back and purple under
And wood duck and pacific black you can tell them asunder
And little grebe of mankind shy out there on mid lake diving
Small waterbirds and their numbers few but they do well at surviving.

Rainbow lorikeets and eastern rosellas in their red, blue, green and yellow
And magpie on a sunlit gum his flute like notes so mellow
And ravens and white cockatoos squawking and cawing together
All different songs from different birds all different from each other.

The Summer days draw to a close and Autumn days are nearing
And behind the clouds from time to time the sun keeps disappearing
And in Jells Park at mid evening the noisy miners singing
And March flies bite me for my blood and leave slight sense of stinging.