It Is The Law Of Nature

The brush tail possums snarling on the trees in the moonlight They wage war for a female in a territorial fight Two big males want to mate with her but only one can have that right They go hard at each other and scratch and claw and bite. It is the law of Nature the strongest male succeed In winning a territory and with the females mate and breed And it is the law of Nature that the loser has to flee And later challenge another male for to claim a territory. It is the law of Nature that the strongest their genes pass on And their offsprings will survive them when they are dead and gone To fight for their own territories and appease their sexual drive The strongest and the fittest their genes sure to survive. A cold night in early Winter the rain is drizzling down And the brush tail possums fighting on the park trees of the Town Their fight is about territory and their natural urge to mate And to the winner goes the honour for the right to copulate. Francis Duggan