Kunama 1957

Rabbits run wild all over the land
They have such fun with their little band,
They hop around trees
They work like the bees
And they eat all the farmer's land.

Where blossoms, perfuming the air, do float;
Where birds do sing dearly on joyful note
And nest in the taller pine;
Where crows do work busily all the time
It's springtime in Cooma where wattle blooms
And lambs are born.