Your forest turned into a dragon
Flames tongues is his tongue
And we're running scared
Of his treachery and his smoke
Hell, we said
But who will wipe the oppression
?And its devil
Your men showed up
And the evergreen cypress trunks were crazy
Their shoulders
Beside the beautiful ladies' shoulders
They left their families
Choosing not to leave you
Or betray your land's heaven
The orchards,
The hencoop that is cuddling its chicks
Their fire brigades are full of pride
Integrity is the symbol
Their hose is knife like
Cutting the flame with its flood
We thought they were saints
Saint George on his horse
Butting the fire out..
The second seemed years
Protecting the house
And its residents
Sydney
Oh garden of jonquil
Planted in the Pacific
Your people survived by their faith
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