Marysville

MARYSVILLE

Marysville, Oh Marys hell
Autumnal jewel, King Parrot land
- A breast of fire engine feathers
And wings of forest green.

Then urgently red fire engines
Combat chaos with wing and prayer
To save the forest green,
To save the nestling town

But Marysville, now Marys hell
You saw the flames, the heat, the roar
A raging inferno at your core
Reducing you to ashen grey
And vaporizing dreams.

But from the ashes you will rise
Not as the Phoenix does from fires
More as the parrot is the King
Its flame red breast and feathers proud
Amongst the Mountain Ash