In Sleepy Old Cape Paterson Poem by Francis Duggan

In sleepy old Cape Paterson for peace there's plenty room
And the wattlebirds are calling where the coastal banksias bloom
And the air is slightly chilly and the heavy clouds dark gray
And the magpie he is fluting in the twilight of the day.

The first week of the Winter in the Southern Hemisphere
And the birds will soon be nesting as the days of Spring draw near
And the Pacific gulls are calling as above the cliffs they fly
And their smaller cousins the silver gulls unmistakeable by their cry.

In early June in Cape Paterson a pleasant time of year
The weather never gets too cold or so it would appear
A high of eighteen a low of ten a nice place to reside
The scent of fresh sea weed on the beach washed in by the high tide.

In Spring, Summer and Fall in Cape Paterson the weather mostly fine
And birds pipe on the fore shore trees in the warm sunshine
And on this the seventh day of Winter only a slight chill in the breeze
And children in the rock pools wade in saltwater to their knees.