A Cool But A Beautiful Evening In May

A cool But a beautiful evening in may
The silver gulls mewing in the park by the bay
The magpie is fluting on the blackwood tree
And who could mistake the song of the pee wee
The dark waters of the river to the ocean crawl
On the second last day of the Southern Fall
Gray Winter approaching the southern shore
And twilight begins just after half past four
The calls of the coots and the moorhens one cannot mistake
And the wild duck are quacking in the depths of the lake
The sights and sounds of Nature pleasant to see and hear
Most of her wild birds call and sing every day of the year
On the second last day of the Southern Fall
The wild birds of Nature do whistle and call.