The night is calm and frosty I hear the lapwing cry br Above the darkened paddock beneath the starry sky br Just five sleeps till September and the calendar Spring br The time of year upon us when wild birds nest and sing. br br The night is calm and frosty and in the neighbourhood dogs bark br And boobook owl is calling on the gum trees in the park br And on the roadway to the town the cars buzz to and fro br And the more I learn of Nature the less I know I know. br br The night is calm and frosty and in the dim moonlight br For the favours of a female tom cats in backyard fight br They bite and claw and snarl and disturb the peace and quiet br And the winner father kittens one might say he's won that right br br The night is calm and frosty though the days of Spring are near br And in the park off of the street the lapwing's voice I hear br As he flies above his borders proclaiming his territory br And Nature's many secrets will never be known to me.