This has something for everyone - if you
know the bush, it will appeal
To you, if you work in the oil industry,
there is something in it for you too, if you have a sense of humour -
well, it might test it a little. If you are not an Australian, then you
may need an Aussie to explain it to you.
Poor old Granddad's passed away, cut off
in his prime,
He never had a day off crook - gone
before his time,
We found him in the dunny, collapsed
there on the seat,
A startled look upon his face, his
trousers around his feet,
The doctor said his heart was good - fit
as any trout,
The Constable he had his say, 'foul
play' was not ruled out.
There were theories at the inquest of
snakebite without trace,
Of redbacks quietly creeping and death
from outer space,
No-one had a clue at all - the judge was
in some doubt,
When Dad was called to have his say as
to how it came about,
'I reckon I can clear it up,' said Dad
with trembling breath,
'You see it's quite a story - but it
could explain his death.'
'This here exploration mob had been
looking at our soil,
And they reckoned that our farm was just
the place to look for oil.
So they came and put a bore down and
said they'd make some trials,
They drilled a hole as deep as hell,
they said about three miles!
Well, they never found a trace of oil
and off they went, post haste.
But I couldn't see a hole like that go
to flamin' waste,
So I moved the dunny over it - a real
smart move I thought -
I'd never have to dig again - I'd never
be 'caught short'.
The day I moved the dunny, it looked a
But I didn't dream poor Granddad would
pass away that night,
Now I reckon what has happened - poor
Granddad didn't know,
The dunny was re-located when that night
he had to go.
And you'll probably be wondering how
poor Granddad did his dash--
Well, he always used to hold his breath
Until he heard the splash!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!