The bronzed wood pigeons
Wooing all day long
Whroo, whroo
No respite
From the crested wood pigeons
Their wooing intrudes
On my mind
Whroo, whroo
When suddenly
The penny drops
Whroo, whroo
Isn't the name of the gold digging place
Of yore in the forest?
It's neither a British name,
Nor an aboriginal one,
Just an onomatopoeia!
Love it!
Lucette C. Bailliet
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