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waitingman) wrote2007-03-09 07:42 pm
waitingman) wrote2007-03-09 07:42 pm
KookaFreeloada
Another unexpected visitor at home this afternoon...
Apparently he's been turning up on the balcony for a while now ~ especially since the upstairs mob started feeding him!! S/He'll now take raw meat from your hand... & probably a finger or two if you're not quick enough...
Meanwhile... here's my suggestion for the new Australian National Anthem.
"I was down by Manly Pier, drinkin' tubes of ice cold beer,
With a bucket full of prawns upon my knee,
When I swallowed the last prawn,
I had a technicolor yawn & I chundered in the old Pacific Sea.
Drink it up, drink it up, crack another dozen tubes & prawns with me,
If you want to throw your voice, mate you won't have any choice,
But to chunder in the Old Pacific Sea.
I was sittin' in the surf, when a mate of mine called Murf,
Asked if he can crack a tube or two with me.
The bastard barely swallowed it,
When he went for the big split & he chundered in the Old Pacific Sea.
Drink it up, drink it up, crack another dozen tubes and prawns with me,
If you want to throw your voice, mate you won't have any choice,
But to chunder in the Old Pacific Sea.
I've had liquid laughs in bars & I've hurled from moving cars,
And I've chuckled when & where it suited me.
But if I could choose the spot,
To regurgitate me lot, then I'd chunder in the Old Pacific Sea.
Drink it up, drink it up, crack another dozen tubes & prawns with me,
If you want to throw your voice, mate you won't have any choice,
But to chunder in the Old Pacific Sea."
Apparently he's been turning up on the balcony for a while now ~ especially since the upstairs mob started feeding him!! S/He'll now take raw meat from your hand... & probably a finger or two if you're not quick enough...
Meanwhile... here's my suggestion for the new Australian National Anthem.
"I was down by Manly Pier, drinkin' tubes of ice cold beer,
With a bucket full of prawns upon my knee,
When I swallowed the last prawn,
I had a technicolor yawn & I chundered in the old Pacific Sea.
Drink it up, drink it up, crack another dozen tubes & prawns with me,
If you want to throw your voice, mate you won't have any choice,
But to chunder in the Old Pacific Sea.
I was sittin' in the surf, when a mate of mine called Murf,
Asked if he can crack a tube or two with me.
The bastard barely swallowed it,
When he went for the big split & he chundered in the Old Pacific Sea.
Drink it up, drink it up, crack another dozen tubes and prawns with me,
If you want to throw your voice, mate you won't have any choice,
But to chunder in the Old Pacific Sea.
I've had liquid laughs in bars & I've hurled from moving cars,
And I've chuckled when & where it suited me.
But if I could choose the spot,
To regurgitate me lot, then I'd chunder in the Old Pacific Sea.
Drink it up, drink it up, crack another dozen tubes & prawns with me,
If you want to throw your voice, mate you won't have any choice,
But to chunder in the Old Pacific Sea."
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