In a Place Called

In a place called Three was an old Bowthorpe Oak Where a prince had trumped up a throne, And though he was young where the lullula sung He vowed he will always be known. Jack Russell had noted pledges tall toted With a strong impulsion to play, For dreams had been caught from power of thought By the son of a monarch that day. There he declared all he was aired Occupied only originals, And when he was grown, he would make it well known Australia is owned by Aboriginals. Suns and moons passed and decades long last Melted mere memories of bling, Rainbow occurred when riches were stirred For once was a prince now the King. Though the kingship was told, flaunted, and sold With profit from all the unplanned, Excited, delighted and many united That day the crown took the stand. Where kangaroos leapt koalas had stepped Toward the public event, Which happened to be near a known Embassy Of certainty Sovereignty Tent. The air of Jack Russell provided some muscle Whilst winking at dancing dingo, And there on the stage a new golden age Came from a dream long ago. Sun had transferred love that was spurred For light was truth that was beamed, "Australia is owned by Aboriginals" ‘Twas then the King was redeemed.