A Hop Through Australia's History |
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1979 - The Dingo's Christmas
By the Rock baby
Sleeps in a tent,
Father's a shepherd,
God knows where he went.
Mum's at the back,
Making a cuppa,
The dingo's a guest
And coming for supper.
Mother and child
He sniffed from afar,
Crossing the desert
He follows a car.
Right at the rock,
No might be, no maybe,
Mm, thinks the dingo,
I fancy a baby.
The dessert is silent
All the birds flown,
The tent's rent apart,
The dingo's gone home.
Where is my baby,
Cries fearful its Mummy,
Is it out in the desert
Or in dingo tummy?
Hunters and coppers
Get out on the track
But cannot seem able
To bring baby back.
Judges and lawyers
Sift through the sand,
But all that they manage
Is to soil their hand.
Now roars a cyclone
And darkens the sky
And a huge windstorm
Blows everyone high.
Shepherd and wife
Tumble round in the air,
Murkiness rages
Everywhere.
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