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I Hope Yer Sheep Get Flyblown
So you're the mob got all the rain while we got hardly none; The clouds massed over your place and left us with the sun. Your bit of sky grew darker, while we just got the heat -
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I hope yer sheep get flyblown,
I hope yer fleeces rot;
I hope the 'roos find all yer grass
and eat the bloody lot.
I hope yer cattle choke on weed
and then all get the shits;
I hope that when it rains again
yer roads all fall to bits.
I hope the burr-bush thrives and grows
and spreads across yer land;
I hope yer stock gets nicked when
all that rain dissolves yer brands.
I hope yer fences wash away
and all yer horses roam;
I hope a heap of nasty leaks
will moisturise yer home.
I hope that big green slimy frogs
will populate yer loo;
I hope they serenade you
'til yer ear-drums break in two.
I hope yer dogs all get webbed feet
and keep 'em for all time;
I hope a million bog-holes
will then turn yer place to slime.
I hope the creek beside yer yards
will shift 'em from their site;
I hope the hopes I hope for you
will keep you up all night.
In the far-off north of Queensland, a nostalgic, might-have-been’s land There’s a wild ferocious creature roams the sultry tropic night Making frequent depredation on each lonely outback station And creating consternation by the fierceness of its bite....
An insects life flashes past his many eyes as he waits for the end to come..
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