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~~~ The Day I came to Bunyip Flats ~~~

The day I came to Bunyip Flats
The air was crisp and clear,
I'd only stopped to find me way
And enjoy a nice cold beer.

But when I walked into that pub
That Bunyip Flats does boast,
I got into a round of drinks
And joined into a toast.

We toasted life in Bunyip Flats
To say it was the best,
And we toasted times in Bunyip Flats
When it, was put unto a test.

Then we toasted all the local folk
That lived in Bunyip Flats,
The kids the dogs and everyone
And all the flamin' cats.

They showed me such a bonzer time
Then they made a toast to me,
So I knew this was the kind'a place
The kind'a place for me.
 
Bunyip Flats has been me home
I've lived here for so long
'Cos Bunyip Flat's the only place
Where very little does go wrong.

January 10, 2001

~~ 421 ~~

~~~ Things are Glum at Bunyip Flats ~~~

Things are crook in Tullarook
And that's a cryin' shame,
But things are glum in Bunyip Flats
'Cos we haven't had no rain.

The last time it rained, come man or boy
Is near on thirty years,
And our dams and creeks are dryin' up
So is the flamin' beer.

The women folk have had enough
'Cos the waters turned to dust,
And the bread they bake has got no heart
It's only lumps of crust.

We swear and curse and do our blocks
But that doesn't do no good
So we'd better pack our bags 'an stuff
Like the women think we should.

Then the distant crack of thunder
Rolls across our dusty plains,
And that sniff of rain is in the air
Etched firmly in our brains.

So, we raise our voice in cheer
As we look up to the sky,
And we hold our hopes within our hearts
That our town will never die.

January 10, 2001

~~ 422 ~~

~~~ Lightnin' Flashed Cross Bunyip Flats ~~~

Lightnin' flashed 'cross Bunyip Flats
On that sultry summers day,
And the town itself will wash away
If we get the rain they say.

They forecast rain in bucket fulls
And hail the size of stones,
And the winds will blow a mighty gale
To take the roofs from off our homes.

And each creek will run a banker
And the dams will over flow,
So we'd better find some higher ground
'Cos there's nowhere else to go.

There's been no rain in Bunyip Flats
In fact, for near on thirty years,
And the grounds so dry and flamin' cracked
It brings a man to tears.

They say this drought is over and,
We'll get a bumper crop of grain,
But, I won't hold me breath forever
Waitin' for this so called rain.

Lightin' flashed cross Bunyip Flats
As it did like yesterday,
And those big black clouds that gather there
Just simply float away.

January 9, 2001

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~~~ When the Rains did come to Bunyip Flats ~~~

When the rains did come to Bunyip Flats
It was too flamin' late,
'Cos all us folks from Bunyip Flats
Couldn't flamin' wait.

We'd moved to greener pasture
Where it rained from time to time,
So we'd have some runnin' water
To wash out our dirt and grime.

'Cos our clothes all fell to pieces
When we used just flamin soap,
But this water made a difference
It bought us flamin' hope.

So we planted mobs of veggies
And fruit trees by the score,
And we even had some water
To scrub the flamin' floor.

But we miss the sights of Bunyip Flats
We did, treat it like a joke,
And when we think 'bout Bunyip Flats
Our hearts just sort'a broke.

So we're packin' up our clobber
The kids the dog the phone,
And we're headin' back to Bunyip Flats
'Cos that's our flamin' home.

January 10, 2001

~~ 424 ~~

~~~ When we got back to Bunyip Flats ~~~

When we got back to Bunyip Flats
The town was all a'wash,
There was flotsam floatin' everywhere
It was a big ka'bosh.

The trees were down the roofs were off
The streets were full of mud,
The pigs and cows came floatin' by
So did their flamin' crud.

The only place that stayed in shape
Was the flamin' pub,
And the publican stood on its porch
With arm-loads full of grub.

He asked us all to come and eat
And to toast our soaking town,
And be glad we upped and moved away
Or we may have all been drowned.

But now we're back let's sellibrate
And raise our glasses high
As we watch those clouds that dropped their rain
Move slowly 'cross the sky.

Everything is just the same,
Here in Bunyip Flats,
The kids they laugh, the women smile
So do the flamin cats.

January 11, 2001

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~~~ The Day we Played some Cricket ~~~

Now! Bunyip Flats and Kooka Kreek
Were rivals playin' cricket,
So the stage was set, a challenge yet
To see who was the slickest.

Kooka Kreek bought kegs of plonk
Bunyip Flats brung beer,
The women folk brung cakes and scones
The kids, they brung the cheer.

Kooka Kreek they won the toss
So we was sent to bat,
And I was picked to face first ball
So's I donned a padded hat.

The bowler what's from Kooka Kreek
Bowled quicker than a train,
And the bouncers that he bowled at me
Near rattled all me brains.

I kept me cool and closed me eyes
And swung at every ball,
And I hit 'em all, each time a six
They cleared the far off wall.

But they couldn't find those balls I'd hit
'Cos they landed in a bog,
So we all gave up that cricket game
And got stuck into the grog.

January 11, 2001

~~ 426 ~~

~~~ When the Circus came to Town ~~~

When the circus came to Bunyip Flats
The towns folk were excited,
And Bunyip Flats and Kooka Kreek
All became united.

The big parade, that cavalcade
Snaked slowly through the town,
And all the kids they cheered like mad
When they saw the red nosed clown.

Everyone had lined the streets
To see that magic sight,
And to talk about what fun they'd have
In the Big tent there that night.

Every one with smiling face
Filed in to that tent,
And when we saw the elephants
We knew, our money was well spent.

That night was filled with dexterous tricks,
With feats that made us sigh,
But when that bloke turned inside out
We gave a startled cry.

That night it soon was over
We all had, had a ball,
And when we woke next morning,
'Twas like, they was never there at all.

January 12, 2001

~~ 427 ~~

~~~ A Railway Line is Comin' ~~

A rumour spread 'round Bunyip Flats
That a train was on its way,
And the railway men were layin' tracks
And they'll be here any day.

But no one knew why the heck
A train would come to town,
And the local folks were lookin' glum
And they wore a flamin' frown.

The Mayor and all the council
Were called to answer why,
A railway track should pass through town,
It seemed a bit cock-eyed,

We took a vote and told the Mayor
That a railway line weren't needed,
So he'd better send them packin' fast
Or the Mayor would be suck-seeded.

Our Bunyip Flats is quiet now
No trains run down its street,
And all the folks are smilin' now
'Cos that railway lines been beat.

That line it got diverted
Across to, Warramunga Peek,
And now that train runs every night,
Through the heart of Kooka Kreek.

January 12, 2001

~~ 428 ~~

~~~ A Bit of Black for Bunyip Flats ~~~

The main road into Bunyip Flats
Was gettin' might rough,
So we took a vote to seal it
With bitumen and stuff.

So the Shire got together
With the local shearin' team,
And they even said they'd stick a bridge
Across old Bunyip stream.

We got the town together
With their shovels, spades and rakes,
And we got the local piss pot
To move the flamin' snakes.

We filled the holes and rolled 'em
And fixed the corrugation,
And when we finished off that road
Us folks were all elated.

The tarin' trucks rolled into town
To spread there blackened load,
To make our town all spick and span
With a brand new road.

So, next time you come to Bunyip Flats
You'll get a big surprise,
There'll be a flash and bonzer road
Right before your eyes.

January 12, 2001

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~~~ Our Annual Cookin' Show ~~~

The stage was set at Bunyip Flats
For our annual cookin' show,
And all the folks from Bunyip Flats
Were really on the go.

The theme this year was possum pie
Which was, flamin' good to eat,
And everyone knew possum pie
Was really hard to beat.

Mrs. Brown from out'a town
Won the major prize last year,
But, you would have guessed like all the rest
That her secret it was beer.

So's we made a rule about the pies
And every one decided,
That Mrs. Brown was banned this year
And new rules they were abided.

"No grog in pies", the cry came out,
No plonk or even rum,
And the possums had to be real fresh
And not the frozen ones.

So, first prize went to Molly Green
From a recipe she had saved,
But she went and got disqualified
'Cos her pie was micro-waved.

January 13, 2001


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