Melbourne Botanic Gardens

In the Botantic gardens, the pleasure of wandering through
Dreaming lakes with a jumping gleam
Plants as wet as glue
Birds are talking pretty
The pavillion is dry
It is wonderful just to be alive
Even to breathe it is true

Duck migrate up gum trees
A female gardener Terry is busying green fingers
She is heedless to the falling rains
And in my mind hr attitude lingers

There must be many things Royalty has done wrong
But these gardens they have done right

A tree or shrub from every region of the world

Like a song of many colours
Or a tapestry of dreams

Like a fern of eternal furl
Or a precious pearl

These gardes make Melbourne City pretty
And can make a smile curl