Going Bush

Going bush So I suppose if the world explodes With war and misery I will go bush, Atom bombs will push Me away from the great city Return to the fiftys lifestyle Box of matches an a pocketknife To live off the land Be home again Mongst Rabbit n Roo without strife Eat old sheep, a feed for a week Shrimp bucket will get me some….(pale prawns) Drop a line in the creek Yellow belly I seek Or Codfish you’d only need one……like Groper When Codfish does strike He can snap your line tight And jerk it out of your hand Big buggers out there A hundred pound, rare Yet a hard battle to land Dreaming of the old riverbank With the Coolibahs overhead Old snake stay away I’m not here to play Brown Froggy is mine to keep He’ll catch me a Jew a Yellow belly too Codfish will snap all that creeps So into the coals near me billy of tea goes the fish well covered to cook eat him bit later with sweet potato then into me swag I’m no sook (wuss) Don Johnson