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After years of growing native shrubs and putting them in pots,
my backyards full of hakea’s and gums, placed in separate lots,
but some wattles have outgrown their home and really don’t look flash;
I think I’ll have a stall down at the market and collect a bit of cash.

Our market’s just a little one, where they don’t ask for A-B-N,
So the money that is changing hands is tax exempt again.
I was doing pretty good you know with correas me biggest sale,
and as I’m raking in the dollars I heard this shocking wail!

I looked across and this young kid had turned a dreadful blue,
his Father’s steeped in panic ‘cause he don’t know what to do.
The only thing I could make out, and of course now it made sense,
he’d gave his boy some spending money and he swallowed twenty cents.   

Now the poor young fellas choking and he can’t get his breath,
and a crowd began to hover ‘round, about to watch a death
until a woman in a business suit gently placed her coffee down,
and casually passed everyone, and knelt beside him on the ground.

While everyone’s in panic mode she lifted him up so they faced,
and put her arms around him, and first gently squeezed his waist, 
then she squeezed him like a vice and her teeth began to gnash,
until the boy began convulsing, and then he coughed up the cash. 
 
That coin shot out the young boy’s mouth but it never got to land.
Even with it flying like a bullet she still grabbed it with her hand.
She gave the coin back to his Father, leaving all of us to think,
and walked calmly to her coffee where she took a casual drink.

I could not believe that I just saw this most amazing rescue feat,
so I wandered over to the lass and sat beside her on the seat.
I said, “You must be a doctor with that insight you displayed”.
And she replied “Oh fair go mate. I don’t even know first-aid!”  

I shook me head and said, “Then if you’re not a doctor of some note,
how did you know just what to do when that coin stuck in his throat?” 
She looked me squarely in the eye … with an angry stare and then,
she said “I work for the Tax Office - can I see your A-B-N?”
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