In Old Mt Eccles

The shrike thrush in his cloak of brown and gray
Whistles and sings in Mt Eccles today
And the white sulphur crested cockatoos utter their grating cries
On the trees on the cliffs above old Lake Surprise
The magpie's pleasant flute is a joy to hear
And blackbird sings his best in September of the year
And the pale eyed crows and the pied currawong
Are birds that one could not hope to get wrong
And the koalas high on the manna gum trees
Their harsh mating calls carrying in the freshening breeze
Swamp wallabies and mobs of grey kangaroos,
Kookaburra, blue wrens, corella and yellow tail black cockatoo
In old Mt Eccles living wild and free
A place with a volcanic history.