The End of Harold Holt

The End Of Harold Holt By Roy Merritt On December seventeenth, nineteen sixty seven The Prime Minister of Australia Perhaps went off to heaven He went swimming in the ocean Against all good advice They told him not to do it They told him more than twice But he insisted on doing it For it was summer that time of year And he was a strong swimmer A man of little fear But he never came back that day They never saw this man again And many rumors surrounded This man’s final swim Some thought he was kidnapped By the Chinese Reds Some thought it was suicide That the man was just plain dead Some thought sharks had gotten him That the man was an obstinate dolt But regardless what the truth was It was the end of Harold Holt