'Tis but a bay of hidden delight
Where nakedness is pure an does not fright
Shifting sands an pigface blooms
Sends shape an colour to the dunes

Protected from winters biting wind
Eastern sun sends rays in
To warm the chill from the bone
Amongst weathered rocks on passage home

Surrounding hills lacquered with green
Creating a border of natural screen
Where hidden tracks meander through
An giant goannas roam too

A place where ocean swells collide
Putting zest into the surfers stride
An manta rays play majestically
Flying free from water for all too see

Headland to the south an point to the north
Take a track just for the cause
Or just sit on the hill an look across thee
An be overwhelmed by the bays beauty