Lake Bolac

On the shores of Lake Bolac in the quiet wooded park
The songbirds singing all day long from early dawn till dark
And magpie pipes his finest upon the gray gum tree
By the waters of Lake Bolac far distant from the sea.

Though 'tis mid Fall in Victoria and still five months from the Spring
By the waters of Lake Bolac the willy wagtail sing
He appease his healthy appetite by the element of surprise
When he flies out from a low branch to snatch passing bees and flies.

In the parkland at Lake Bolac one can hear the whistling kite
Softly whistle to each other as they hover whilst in flight
As they scan the trees and ground below them in their search for smaller prey
In Nature's garden it's survival of the fittest and it's always been that way.

Little flocks of bright green lories like a close knit family
Keep on calling to each other as they fly from tree to tree
Near where the waters of Lake Bolac ever laps upon the shore
Inland distant from saltwater perhaps ninety miles or more.