(To the tune for the verses of Waltzing Matilda):
Once a silly council planted some native trees,
Hoping that one day they’ll give us shade,
And we sang as we watched trees grow into the clear blue sky,
Won’t it be a nice and green sub-urb?

Along came the RTA to pu-t up a stre-et sign
Why not in the centre of the bottle-brush tree?
And we sang as we watched trees grow into the clear blue sky,
Won’t it be a nice and green sub-urb?

Up rode the Power Co, “the trees might touch the power lines”
We must lop the trees down, one two three!
And we sang as we watched the trees grow all dis-to-r-ted,
Won’t it be a nice and green sub-urb?

Seriously, does this happen elsewhere???

Ah well … I guess the red “No Stopping” sign looks good amongst the bottle-brush ;D