Spring Is In Town

The birds in the town gardens whistle and sing
A beautiful day this the first day of Spring
The morning slightly chilly though not even cold
And the sunshine on the trees so lovely to behold
The Goddess of Spring she arrived overnight
She stole through the paddocks in the pale moonlight
She stole up the main street and her none did see
When the magpie was fluting on the moonlit tree
At midnight in pleasant temperatures of seven degrees
She crept through the parks in the freshening breeze
Through the streets and the parklands she creeps up and down
The first of September and Spring is in town
And with her she brought the greenery that she will spread around
On the flat dry paddocks and on the higher ground.