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Wally some call him Zip (fed em black duck) (crow actually) Kakadu song man of Gulf town Karumba Australia Stay alive in 55 and 56 said the roadside sign.. As the Ford Mercury whizzed by on local Brisbane time... A flat head 8 jumped into a muffled roar... And Bronco Don gave it its head full bloody bore.. Bill Brummell was a waiting Aunty Nell was coming by.. And of course she'd bring the Johnson's little grubs like Mark and I... So we lurched and wobbled cross country to the coast... And aunty Grace was awaiting for sure shed cooked a roast.. So I followed cousin Wally about the Cleveland farm.. And watched him eat a melon from the inside without harm Cut a hole put his head in, call him melon head?.. Just like a giant white ant this I say god strike me dead?.. Down in the valley my love is so low... Sang old Slim Whitman on the valve radio.. old Don bought an inter truck a droving we would go.. to the Moonie floods back more than 50 years or so... then Zip some call him Walter, he got a grand idea... went to shoot some wild duck with a threeoh and some beer.... .303cal so he lined up a wood duck but a crow got in the way.. so he reefed and pulled the trigger, just tough duck is all he'd say... yes these ducks had big black feathers when talking they said ark... (not like them squeaky yank crows) Wally plucked and filled the stew pot says its duck or just a lark.. Drunken ring barkers were hungry scoffed the lot in one quick feed... And they were farting feathers till the crowing parts were freed... Don Johnson... OUR MATE WALLY... Oh they call him Wally Brummell and some just say old Zip.. He wrote and sang about Kakadu on the radio a bit... Hes seen the passing of the horses and the drovers all gone too... The rain don't come cos the trees are gone from Brisbane to Barcoo....bad hey... Old trees that had a life force, as strong as me or you... Killed by the ring barkers axe and bulldozed burnt so blue.. But if the desert reclaims its own, if the hungry farmer knew ?... Would he let a sapling live its life, from Brisbane to Barcoo?...nope... Don Johnson.. http://www.scullywag.com/kokoda1942st...
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