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1930s Dirranbandi as mum Nelly says

In the town of Dirranbandi near the Cubbie cotton farm
was sea of Wilga trees with their dark green leafy charm
the Goats ate green Wilga standing on their back legs 
( trees trimmed neatly underneath )
the horses were in hobbles , washing on the Wilga pegged

the Bumble tree would give you fruit for morning  jam
Snottygobbles were sucked down fast as you can (mistletoe)
Napans and Quandong  were wild growing fruit trees
Piemelon was a bit tartry jam, add sugar if you please

How it was in 1930 where the Claypan dances flowed
On the flat near Charlies Brummell's where a hundred Wilgas growed
The Devils claw might grab a sheep, and goat heads spiked your foot
And Sand goannas did their best to suck eggs out of chooks...

Old Dirran has gone south a bit from when we had it all
Back in the days of Feather chook who sometimes rode so tall (pushbike)
Boomi Jack has a sheep down, come and get the gall fat Harry
And lamb chops were had for breakfast cos old Boomi never married
(Boomi was partial to Harry's sheep)
Green frogs were in the rainwater tank, tasted froggy too
Rain water with a touch of bird dropping to make strong tea for you
The houses had dirt floors the kitchen wore some soot
Look sideways at a Copper, your butt would get  his boot

Don Johnson

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