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~~~ Honey an' Sugar ~~~

Honey's sweet it's great to eat,
And it's made by a little bee.
He stores the honey in his hive,
And sometimes up a tree.

To rob the honey from this bee,
Is not as simple as it seems.
But with toxic smoke they scare him off,
And destroy his little dreams.

Sugar's sweet as honey too,
And it comes from sugar cane.
It grows in places where it's hot,
That gets lots and lots of rain.

To get the sugar from the cane,
You must burn it so they say:
'Cos it's guarded by the sugar snake,
And the fire scares him away.

So, I suppose you wonder why,
And you may find it kinda' funny,
To hear about the bee and snake,
And of sugar cane and honey.

I'll tell you why I tell you of them,
What I say is true you'll see.
'Cos I'm that little sugar snake,
And that little honey bee.

'Cos you're my sugar cane, my dear
And you are my honey too.
You are the sweetest thing to me,
And you're really yummy too.

So, they'll not frighten me with fire,
Nor with their toxic smoke.
I'll keep you safe forever more,
'Cos, I have a magic cloak.

I'll put that magic cloak around you,
And keep you safe as safe could be.
I'll take you to a magic land,
Where at last you will be free.

You will be free to give your love,
And you'll be free then to receive.
All the caring joy and happiness,
And eternal love from me.

June 4, 1998

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~~~ Our Farm ~~~

Hello, my little cutie-pops,
How are you today.
If we was on our little farm,
We could go outside and play.

Wouldn't it be wonderful,
To be there me and you.
Just think of all those crazy things,
That you and I could do.

We would go down to the pig sty,
And wash our smelly pig,
Then feed him lots of vegetables,
Until he was fat and big.

Then you could feed the chickens,
With corn and wheat we grew.
And if they didn't lay some eggs,
We'd eat 'em in a stew.

We'd have vegies growing everywhere,
And pretty flowers too.
And I would grow one-hundred fruits,
So I could spoil you.

We'd have a picnic every day,
Right down by our creek.
And every chance that I could get,
I'd kiss your little cheek.

We'd dance around and laugh out loud,
And walk 'round hand in hand.
We'd stop and cuddle just like kids,
Gee! Wouldn't that be grand.

We'd build our little castle,
For all the world to see.
That you and I are so in love,
And in love we'll always be.

I really am excited,
And I guess that you are too.
I want to spend the rest of time,
My darling there with you.

June 9, 1998

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~~~ Am I Just Another Dancing Partner ~~~

Am I just another dancing partner,
Or are ya' gunna' dance with me for keeps.
And are ya' gunna' dance with me,
While we try and shear our sheeps.

When ya' dance with me it's bonzer,
It gives to me a little thrill.
I'd dance with you down by our creek,
Or upon our highest hill.

We could spin around and jump about,
And twist and rock a' roll.
We could waltz and do the tango,
As we eat an icy pole.

We could teach the chooks to cha, cha,
And the fox trot to the pig.
We could even teach the kangaroos,
To do the highland jig.

The platipuss's from our creek,
Would dance with out a care.
Our trees would barn dance to the beat,
And wave their branches in the air.

The snakes would rumba with the frogs,
While the lizards and the crows,
Did a little hula dance,
Swinging to and fro.

The old goanna he would sit,
With his back against a tree.
Smoking on an old clay pipe,
Playing a banjo on his knee.

Wouldn't it be wonderful,
If all of this was true.
We could dance and dance forever,
Forever me and you.

June 10, 1998

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~~~ Cute and Demure ~~~

Kerry is a little lamb,
She's cute and she's demure,
And every where that Kerry goes,
Rodney will pursuer her.

He followed her to New South Wales,
In panic and in haste,
'Cos he knew he had to be with her,
And he had no time to waste.

He flew across the continent,
In a great big aeroplane,
And he knew that once he touched her hand,
He'd not go back again.

He fell in love the moment,
He touched her tiny hand,
The bells of joy re-sounded,
And rang through-out the land.

He'd found the one, that he had lost,
In so many lives before,
He knew that deep within his heart,
He'd be, with her forever more.

Now their future it was set,
There was so many things to do,
They'd joined their lives with happiness,
And their love just grew and grew.

Then Kerry said to Rodney John,
And Rodney said to Kerry,
You are my cutest cuddle pop,
And you make my life so merry.

So! That's my little nursery rhyme,
The words they may seem funny,
But! It's been written to the one I love,
'Cos she's my little honey.

June 11, 1998

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~~~ Lotsa' Love ~~~

I'm gunna' write a poem of love,
Specially just for you.
It's been written from my heart,
Yabba dabba doo.

Love, love, love, love, love,
And more love, love love,
With a bit of extra love,
Always thrown in.

And! Love, love, love, love,
Love, love, love, love, love,
Love, love, love, love, love,
Love, love, love, love, love.

Plus! Love, love, love, love,
Love, love, love, love, love,
Love, love, love, love, love,
Love, love, love, love, love.

Also! Love, love, love, love,
Love, love, love, love, love,
Love, love, love, love, love,
Love, love, love, love, love.

And maybe a bit more! Love,
Love, love, love, love, love,
Love, love, love, love, love,
Love, love, love, love, love.

And heaps more! Love, love,
Love, love, love, love, love,
Love, love, love, love, love,
Love, love, love, love, love.

With a few extra! Love, love,
Love, love, love, love, love,
Love, love, love, love, love,
Love, love, love, love, love.

So how is that for lots of love,
Or maybe you need more,
I'll give you lots and lots of love,
Till it flows right out the door.

June 12, 1998

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~~~ Will You Be My Honey Bee ~~~

Will you be my honey bee?
And come into my hive,
There, I'd smother you a with sweetness,
And with my love you'd thrive.

I'd take you to my honeycomb,
And sprinkle you with dew,
I'd tell you, about the love I have,
Within my heart for you.

Then we'd buzz around the flowers,
And buzz around the trees,
We'd be so happy buzzing there,
Together you and me.

We'd gather lots of honey,
From the pretty flowers there,
We'd store it in our little hive,
So others they can share.

'Cos my darling,

You are the sweetest honey bee,
That I have ever seen,
Come with me, to my beehive,
'Cos there you'll be my Queen.

'Cos If you were my Queen Bee,
And I was to be your King,
I can only just imagine,
The happiness you'd bring.

The happiness that is for us,
It's special and its real,
It's magic from the heavens,
That only, you and I can feel.

We will live our lives together,
Together, you and me,
Our love will last forever,
Our love, will always be.

July 1, 1998

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~~~ Platypuses ~~~

I'm lookin' at ya' picture,
That's right in front of me,
Gee's, you are a bonzer sheila,
Your as cute as cute could be.

I'd like to take ya' to me billabong,
And have a picnic there,
You could cuddle all the platypuses,
And they wouldn't give a care.

They are me favorite platipie's.
I see them every day,
They would love to have you visit them,
Then together we could play.

We'd play, "kiss the bonzer sheila",
And squeeze her nice and tight,
And I'd snuggle up and hug her close,
Every single night.

So I thought that, may-be I could,
Take you to my little friends,
And they could tell to you,
That my love will never end.

I cannot find the words my sweet,
The words I need to say,
To tell you that I love you,
Every single day.

August 13, 1998

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~~~ Our New House ~~~

Our new place is a ripper,
We have just moved in today,
It's just north of Bundaberg,
And it's where we're gunna' stay.

We had to move some old junk out,
And wash the bloody floors,
We even had to chop some wood,
And that is a flamin' chore.

She is an old Queenslander,
That's been dumped upon our block,
But we're gunna' do the old girl up,
Till she's ticking like a clock.

We'll wash the windows nice and clean,
Chuck some paint upon the wall,
I'll patch the roof to stop the leaks,
And hang some pictures in the hall.

This place will be our palace,
You'll be the queen and I'll be king,
And we'll entertain our neighbors,
With those crazy song we sing.

We'll turn our stereo right up loud,
To drown the cane toads out,
The only trouble that we'll cause,
Is to talk we'll have to shout.

The gecko's will get the dcb,
That means, get out and don't come back,
And we'll watch 'em march out two by two,
As they're headin' down the track.

He'll have to buy some flamin' chooks,
And a flamin' pig, no doubt,
So we can have fresh ham and eggs,
For brekky 'stead of trout.

'Cos trout is just for city folks,
Not us, livin' in the scrub,
And we'll go and get an intro,
At the local flamin' pub.

Our dams are full up to the top,
First time for many years,
Our water tanks are chock a' block,
As we grin from ear to ear.

We've started plantin' vegies,
Pumpkin, peas and other stuff,
I told the missus for a time,
We'll have to live it rough.

There's mangos and there's paw paws,
All planted 'round the dam,
And lots of loquat's on our trees,
So we'll make 'em into jam.

There's lots of trees and other stuff,
Growin' 'round this place,
With funny lookin' berries,
So I'll leave it for the birds to eat just in flamin' case.

Well, anyway it's back to work,
'Cos, me old woman's on me back,
To get off me ass, and do some works,
And stop, bein' flamin' slack.

So it's cheerio for a bit,
And I'll catch ya' latter on,
I'd better go and humour her,
'Cos as ya' know, women, are never flamin' wrong.

September 15, 1998

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~~~ Our Little Teapot ~~~

We have a little teapot,
It's a lovely shade of blue;
It's a magic little teapot,
That makes tea, for me and you.

You, put in real tea leaves,
And then put the water in;
Then you pour it in our cups,
And then our fun begins.

I add a little sugar,
And you a drop of milk;
We stir it left, then stir it right,
Till the textures just like silk.

You hold your cup with pinkie out,
And I hold mine out the same;
It's magic and it's wonderful,
To play our little game.

We dunk our Anzac bickies in,
They just fit into the cup;
Then we dunk until we've gobbled,
All the bickies up.

Then we sit and smile,
And think we're both insane;
Then we fill our teapot up,
And do it all again.

March 9, 1999

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~~~ Come, Let's Build Ourselves a Camp-fire ~~~

Come, let's build ourselves a camp-fire, a place to sit at night,
A place to sit and wonder, a place of great delight.

A place to cook our tucker and to make a cuppa' tea,
A place for feelin' happy, a place for you and me.

So let's build a little camp-fire, with rocks from here and there,
And when it's finished we'll light it, and treat it with lovin' care.

And we'll make it nice a level with lots of room for putting wood,
And we'll make it so it draws just right, and burns just real good.

There'll be a plate for us to fry on, and a plate for grillin' too,
And a place to boil the billy to make ourselves a brew.

And we'll make us up some handles to pick the billy up,
So we'll never burn our fingies when we're filling up our cup.

That camp-fire is just like our hearts, full of flames of love that's true,
Let's never let that flame go out, no matter what we do.

So come let's sit beside our camp-fire, and our happiness will beam,
'Cos we'll always keep it burning, to fulfil our every dream.


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