Bulldog Ants Are Biting
Bulldog ants are biting KOKODA 1942
Oh yes its very popular to walk the Kokoda Track
And people by the dozen have done just bloomin that
I you were there in forty two it wasn’t as much fun
With a hundred weight upon your back and a ten pound threeo gun
You climbed the golden stairs knee deep in the mud
The mountains just got higher and the mossies wanted blood
A little pimple on your leg became an oozing ulcer
Iodine rag screwed in the wound by some flaming vulture
The Jap would lay in ambush so you watched the bloody bush
And you couldn’t stop a watching and no bloody food you wuss?
Then its raining food and ammo bully beef splat up a tree
Dog biscuits shattered breadcrumbs fill your pocket up for free
Till they got mouldy?
You’d be alone in the jungle and you would meet a scouting Jap
He’d fire all his bullets from his Arisaka …. Crack
Then he’d come for you with a bayonet on a rifle at hi port
And you’d try the bayonet fighting or plonk his brisket sport
The bloody Diaorea made you weak , no strength in your knees
The woodpecker is buzzing taking bark of all the trees
So your eyes are full of bark chips Joe's throwing sticks at me
And the Bulldog ants are biting what an awful place to be
Choices bitten, shot or clubbed by friendly sticks
Stop jumping around you’re drawing the crabs
Woodpecker hammers my tree
And the bloody ants are biting
And I can’t quite bloody see
how it was my dad said on Kokoda......
Don Johnson
http://www.scullywag.com/kokoda1942stoush/
Copyright © Don Johnson | Year Posted 2010
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