The patois de birds in the tree's
getting free and loose with their english
off any way, broadcast from green
wattle station and Willy
his toast and eggs and coffee
also conferring plaudits plus dits
too wry eh and the morning is
attractive, non-paginal. All he does
is rise over the Reserve Bank
crying and hanging like a bird
himself silly in the updraft this exercise must
loosen look across you lovely Mount Victoria
houses your flat planes and two
radio masts fire your retro rockets
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