Threat Level : Endangered
If you’re a Dingo nothing is Bingo
You’re a dog you know
So whatever you do is worse than a squawking crow
Nothing you do is right
You’re really but just a dog you know
I know when you’re hungry you must eat
But everybody mate thinks you’re a cheat
Stealing a sheep or two is regarded as very indiscreet
So a bullet up your backside is not far off
So what can you do mate, what can you do?
Nobody listens to your tale of woe
I know mate, I know
For you to be born is not your fault
All you want is a place in the sun
To survive, do your thing and have fun
And all you get is a kick on the bum!
So you sleep like a tramp and hide in the bush
Where you roam and go you never know
From day to day mate you stalk and wait
If you’re lucky to strike and kill
To survive another day to gulp your fill
All this is not your fault mate I know
But these humans who think what they are
Specially ordained to survive, connive
To assume what is right or wrong
Where no compassion for your lonely plight
Will never ever cease but to track you down
You’re the rebel, the outcast to destroy
You’re the threat, the cunning ploy
That comes in the silence of the night
God’s lonely creature, not knowing wrong from right
By Hugo van Staden
Copyright 1999, All Rights Reserved
Read about the Australian Dingo here.
Taken at Cairns Tropical Zoo today at Clifton Beach, FNQ.
Proceeds from the sale of this will go to the AuCaDo Rescue Fund to help Australian Cattle Dogs in need.