As the sunset paint faded from the sky
And the warm day bid the bush goodbye
Three children sat in the cool of the night
Three small boys, two black, one white
Except for a barking dog at a homestead light
And a crickets chirp the night was quiet
The children listened to a dingos cries
Till a bright, fiery glow caught their eyes
A cigar shaped mass, with colours immense
It seemed only feet from their roost on the fence
It moved with great speed above the land
Out from a shearers hut came an old cattle hand
He said to the children, your not in strife
This rare sight I've seen only twice in my life
No boys. Its not a strange monster from outer space
There night flying beetles, three mile from here at least
Once in fifty years they are seen flying round
The rest of their life is spent under the ground
The 3 childrens faces shone with delight
The beetles had gone, the night was quiet.
