SUMMER SINGERS
We hum, we drum,
High in each gum
That murmurs in
The summer breeze.
Green as the summer leaves,
All in a hidden throng,
We strum
And sing the summer’s song.
With wings like elves
We hide ourselves
From butcher bird and crow.
Through sunset's dream,
Through midday's glow,
Through drowsy air
Or blazing heat
We drum our beat:
Cicada! Cicada!
We hum, we drum,
We sing to mate,
We are the summer's band
Here in the great
South Land!
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