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The First Day Of Summer
A pleasant day with a slight cooling breeze
And a forecast high of twenty five degrees
And blackbird pipe on a coastal ti tree
In Cape Paterson beside the Gippsland sea.
The first of December Summer came overnight
And Spring had left before the dawn's first light
And thirty one days left in the old year
When Summer comes to the Southern Hemisphere.
in Gippsland further north the bushfires blaze
And in New South Wales the woods have burnt for days
And wise old Johnny gray as silver said
Bushfires already and warmer days ahead.
At midnight to the paddock and the park
Summer arrived under the cloak of dark
And bushfires blazed in the last days of Spring
And in Cape Paterson the blackbird sing.
Francis Duggan
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The True Meaning Of Freedom
Many look on what constitutes freedom one might say differently
What seems free to you may not seem free to me
To be ruled by your own people to you as freedom does count
But in the true meaning of freedom that to little amount.
To be ruled by your own people may be seen as quite okay
But if you have to be careful with the words you do say
Then you are not a free person despite about it how you may feel
Your idea of freedom to me does not appeal.
Of love of Country you are one who brag
And your patriotism you carry in your National flag
But despite this your Government you seemingly fear
And they only tell you what you need to hear.
Patriotic songs and ballads many like to sing
And to their admiration of freedom fighters they fervently do cling
And if that's your idea of freedom well that suits me fine
Though your ideas on life are quite different to mine.
Francis Duggan
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There Must Be A Butterfly Heaven
There must be a butterfly heaven for butterflies are free of sin
And the keeper of the gates of heaven will allow them for to enter in
For to flit through the gardens of heaven and to dance in the sun and the wind
There must be a butterfly heaven if there is one for the human kind.
For butterflies of all shapes and colours for to flit around the flowering bushes and trees
In sunlit gardens where wild birds are singing and dance in the heavenly breeze
If there's a hereafter for a human there's a hereafter for a butterfly
For to live and enjoy life forever up there in a World in the sky.
If there is no butterfly heaven there is not a heaven at all
The butterflies of parks and gardens who are destined to die in the Fall
If they do not have a heaven to go to what chances for you or for i
Of living again in a hereafter have we been brought up on a lie?
There must be a butterfly heaven though religious zealots say no
That butterflies are soul-less life forms but one must ask would they know?
For to them we are not that different for us too there is a last day
And butterflies of sin are quite innocent and for them there is no need to pray.
Francis Duggan
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We Can't Always Have What We Want
In thinking about her you waste precious hours
And you won't win her over by giving her flowers
Or whispering sweet nothings like sweetheart or honey
She'll never be your's for you don't have enough money.
Though she told you that you're not her type you keep on persisting
And your best efforts to woo her she keep on resisting
She chooses to ignore you her eyes are on Harry
And he has heaps of money and him she would marry.
But young Harry he only has eyes for another
And the woman he wants happens to be her mother
But her mother wants George and George he wants Jenny
But Jenny feels strongly attracted to Lenny.
The woman you want has her eyes on one who wants her mother
And since she doesn't need you why not try for another?
Some times you feel pain when by the love bug you've been bitten
But of her you still dream and by her you've been smitten.
Fair Lisa next door to you feels quite attracted
But to her love signals you have not reacted
And despite the efforts to woo her that you have invested
The one that you want in you is not interested.
We can't always have what we want that goes without saying
And for love's disappointments in heartache we keep paying
He could have the one next door but he loves another
And the one he wants she wants one who wants her mother.
Francis Duggan
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