I’d never ‘ad a woman before.
’mazin’ I know.
What with me bein’,
Nigh on two hundred years.

The local girls,
I’d never get the better of.
They’s way to alert;
spirichul or sumthin’.

They sees me coming
from a lifetime away.
Ain’t no chance o’ tucker,
where they’s concerned.

But these new ones.
They’s slower and oddly fair.
’S like they’s already ghosts;
Or sumthin’ like.

But I’m Bunyip!
They don’ scare me.
I sees only a feed,
Wrapped in bleached skin.

Won’t take more’n a moment
To grab one
And spirit ‘er off.
To enjoy at me leisure.

Those pale blokes,
They worry me a bit tho’.
They’s bigger’n locals,
And angrier some ‘ow.

They ‘av no respect,
For a legend like me.
No respect for much at all,
Seems to be.

This ‘eres mine is all.
And all that’s in it.
Ask them local boys;
It’s me what’s to be feared.

But I’ll not rush.
Looks like they’s settlin’ in.
I’ll ‘ave plenty o’chances.
Once they thinks it’s all theirs.