The distant bushland,

The desert full of sand,

The treetops so high,

And the rivers so dr,

This is our land,

The country in which we stand,

Its beauty divine,

The landscape, just fine,

Up in the tree,

The birds sing with glee,

The kangaroos bounding,

The kookaburras sounding,

The great atmosphere,

It seems very clear,

This is my home,

Where I am free to roam.