Jarrah, Jarrah

Orange rings like tigers hide,

Standing tall, side by side,

Growing tall, growing old,

Your wise stories never told,

Falling far, falling hard,

Aussie bush forever scarred,

Orange trees like Aussie sand,

Your species like water ran over the land,

With every chop of every tree,

You crumbled down onto your knees,

For every plank fell a Jarrah,

Cutting them down was a common era.