It is July
It is July and the winter sun is shining
The kookaburras chorus in the trees
All above in the gums, the drone of bees
It is July, the seasons are on the turn
Out of bulbs stems are starting to appear
Shoots and buds are bursting out here
It is July; it’s winter that feels like spring
In the shade it’s cool and warm is the sun
The rooster crows, hens scratch in their run
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