Australian bush orchestra

As I stroll along
Over mossy rocks and logs
I hear a howling sound
Well it must be wild dogs.
And it echos three the hills
Threw the trees and the fallen timber
But the sound it blends nicely
With the Aussie bush orchestra.
But J continue on
With nature's song stuck in my head
Then I find myself a cave
Where the natives made their bed.
And the walls are covered in paintings
Of emus and kangaroos
Dancing around in circles
Whilst playing a didgeridoo.
And then I came to realise
That the sounds I do hear
Well they do coincide
With the pictures painted here.
So not it is clear to me
That the native had radio
But it wasn't in a man-made form
It was in the bush that we've come to know.

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