In Birdsland In Tecoma

It hasn't been a fine day in Tecoma
It's rained all morning up until mid day
And on blackwood branch the grey shrike thrush is singing
Perhaps to warn more rain is on the way.

The grey shrike thrush is singing out of season
For spring long gone and summer too gone by
'Tis autumn now in Birdsland in Tecoma
And grass gone brown and of natural juices dry.

Out on the lake a white feral gander is bathing
He dip his body and give his wings a shake
And then in what seems a fit of sudden madness
He chase his neighbour ducks around the lake.

The fearful ducks quack loudly in a panic
Has he gone mad and lost his sanity
Or maybe he feels sexually frustrated?
Such strange behaviour seems so strange to me.

It hasn't been a fine day in Tecoma
Though sun now peep through clouds of dark to gray
And feral gander in a fit of madness
Chase after ducks who from him swim away.