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Picnic time Aussie style

Picnic time 12 noon, is dinner time
Was had beside the river
We would grill our lamb chops 
On pieces of fencing wire
Quartpot was all a quiver
 
Tea was cast into the old Quartpot
When the water almost boiled
And boiling tea still I can see
Tastes different I recall

Building the fire 
watch the death adders ire
if you pick him up with the wood
foot long death, invisible yes
city dwellers often caught, it’s not good

If the Geegar ant gets in your pants (tiny black ant)
You will know he is there in a bit
And the Bullant one inch 
Will bite like a pinch     (pain)
His mates will attack, 
you are it     Don Johnson

Ah yes them little geegars 
will bite n smite you well
and bullants come like an army 
advancing into hell

If you get ants in your pants 
it is no fun, the geegars are biting now
you are grabbing gripping awful ants
until you get the cow


Yes little death adder you don't see till you step on him, then both ends
head and tail strike at your foot. If you saw em first you stomped on the head.
The Brown snake the most common you will see, his head neck can flare
a bit like old Cobra, and he will  kill you quicker......cheers mate.....Don

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