A yo ho ho and a bottle of rum
Hidden treasure here we come.
Heave ho me hearties,
Heave ho me maties,
Don’t be a dawdling
Ye ole softie.
Near a trail that’s by a creek
A nature reserve that isn’t bleak.
Mid year nigh
Past soltice’s sun
Wattle yellow
Gum trees won
Buds turn pale
With creamy hue
Magpies warble
Cockatoos squabble
Parrots squawk
Pigeons croon
Black birds dig
Wattle birds saw
Sparrows chirp
Swallows search
Ducklings paddle
Miner birds giggle.
Past the home of two home clubs
One a lion
The other a mount
Enter via Avenue Six
Then to Evans Street
If by car you did come
Choose its berth from many to one.
Once the water hole you thence locate
Paces set for close to rising sun
East North East
Quite a few paces be
Run or walk
Choice for thee
If a ball, you have with you
Stop for a kick, by the field
Family pets with woofing bark
Might enjoy a day at the park
Watering hole
Provisioned for Human and pets
Alas no other amenities
Can be met
In a place befitting
No man’s land
A grove of trees
Shrouded, fallen where it stands
Eerie mystery
Spidery creepy
Now be bold
Whether hot or cold
Within canine’s reach
Is treasure that you seek
Size of hand
No larger be
Sign your name
To show you came.