A Lovely Australian Poem
It has something for everyone – if you know the bush, it will appeal to you, if you work in the oil industry, there is something in it for you too, if you have a sense of humour – well it might test it a bit if you are not Australian, then it won’t help your knowledge of Australian life one little bit.
Poor Granddad has passed away, cut off in his prime,
He never had a day off crook – gone before his time,
We found him in the Dunny, collapsed there on the seat,
A startled look upon his face, his pants around his feet,
The Doctor said his heart was good, fit as any trout,
The Constable, he had his say, Foul Play was not ruled out,
There were theories at the Inquest of snakebite without trace,
Of redbacks quietly creeping and death from outer space,
No-one had a clue at all – the Judge was in some doubt,
Then Dad was called to have his say as to how it came about,
I reckon I can clear it up, said Dad with trembling breath,
You see it’s quite a story – but it could explain his death.
This here exploration mob had been looking at our soil,
And they reckoned that our farm was just the place for oil,
So they came and put a bore down and said they’d make some trials,
They drilled a hole as deep as hell, they said about 3 miles.
Well they never found a trace of oil and off they went post haste,
I couldn’t see a hole like that go to flamin’ waste
I moved the Dunny over it- real smart move I thought,
I’d never have to dig again – never be caught short.
The day I moved the Dunny, it looked a proper sight,
But I didn’t dream poor Granddad would pass away that night.
Now I reckon what has happened – poor Granddad didn’t know
That the dunny was re-located, when that night he had to go.
You’ll probably be wondering how poor Granddad did his dash,
WELL! He always used to hold his breath
Until he heard the splash!