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Squatter Jack
Squatter Jack have you lived awhile in west Queensland, out in the red soil dust, where the crows will pick your eyes out and, bore water is a must, have you seen a thin and starving cow, not a blade of grass to eat, the timber`s gone no Mulga now......(13% protein in leaves) just the deadly summer heat, the squatter flogged his paddocks out, too many cattle there, he thought good seasons were about, but we know they are rare, so now he tears his hair out, and cries poor bloody me. we`ll have to subsidise the lout when he whines so publicly the old cow bogged in the dam today and there she`ll likely lie the crows will take her eyes away before she gets to die scrub Mulga`s tucker in a drought (Mulga tree) on the bushy limbs they`ll thrive where some mugs had it bulldozed out no cattle left alive then the rain it comes after years of drought and the grass is green and sweet they`ll forget the bad times have no doubt till dead cows are flyblown meat. by D H Johnson.
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