The sun it grows warmer as the temperatures rise
And the air it is full of the buzzing of flies
The creeek it is empty the roadside drain is bone dry
And in the distance the smoke of the bush fire billows to the sky,
The paddocks brown and bare for miles and miles around
And the sun has soaked every drop of moisture from the ground
The cattle are sheltering in the shade of the trees
On a warm day in January with just a faint breeze
A top of 35 degrees the weather forecaster says so
And on the roadside fence a lone pale eyed crow
Is cawing in the warm sunshine of a warm day
And butterflies with brown spots on their wings of gray
In the sunlit garden from flower to flower fly
And not a rain cloud in the blue Summer sky.
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