Just lately things are not OK
Around the streets of Cockle Bay
Those mad boy racers have us fuming
With their constant noisy zooming
Back and forth and up and down
Hooning round our part of town
They’re hanging out amongst the trees
Loud and raucous as they please
Showing no consideration
For the aging population
They fly, they swoop
They squawk, they sing
Those crazy tuis…..
They know it’s spring
Julia Banks, Cockle Bay
