Jim and Dag hunt buffalo ,up here in the top end
They work just south of Darwin where every fly,s your friend
A story went around everybody swears was true
They were hunting Cedric, that’s the way the story grew
Cedric was a buffalo, a bull the size of a house
If they got him to the yards they,d reckon that was grouse
It seems they once got hold of him and got dragged for miles and miles.
Thru the bush and thru the creek past all the crocodiles
As the story went around ,the bar was full of smiles
Seems Jim and Dag came walking back , been on the road for miles
Old Cedric thought he,d keep the ute, seeing as he was tied to it anyway
While Jim and Dag they had their lives to live another day
Cedric strolled around while dragging Jims Toyota
And he didn’t care , oh no, not even one Iota.
He dragged the thing all thru the bush over scrub and thorn
An every step he took it would sound the stupid horn
The rope was round the steering wheel and held the horn ring down
And every foot he dragged the thing the noise would make you frown.
And so hes not that hard to track these days while making all that noise
Every one at the bar is out and hunting, you know boys will be boys
Not Jim or Dag it seems, they don’t want to get involved
They let old Cedric keep the ute, with that the problem solved
Last heard they turned vegetarian and taken to raising chooks
Yet still when they go to the pub they get those funny looks.
Old Cedric, his horn now stopped is waiting to update
He s waiting for a new Toyota with someone and their stupid mate
He lost the last ute chaser, stolen by crocodiles
While waiting for new sport ,He chews his cud and smiles.
another in my series The Drovers Diary
Another in my series The Drovers Diary, which hopefully when I have enough will become a book. Drovers diary is based on station life in Australia