Fought the fight and hurt another
Took myself seriously but why bother
A sale thank you
The animals will stampede and and leave him ,dead up on the track.
When a nasty Brahman bull went burko and poor old Ted,he gored.
And drag us over all those splintery lumps and horrible drafty cracks.
He lost the last ute chaser, stolen by crocodiles
A stick of jelly in both hands, and a crazy eerie laugh
Two hundred hungry dingos waiting for old George to snore