Kokoda Gubba Gubba
The New Guinea native fought the Japanese in 1942.
Good on you Fuzzy Wuzzie
Kokoda Gubba Gubba....
In the hills of great Kokoda, on the swamps of Milne bay.
Tramped a weary native strangler whose tribe are gone today.
Him bilong to Gubba Gubba, him would make em dead today
Jappa had eaten dem him woman
him would Jappa make im pay.
Breathing curses, muttered softly,
caught the shanks of one today,
But it not Jappa Jappa, so he let him get away.
He a carrier for the army, bring the dog biscuit tin.
Some tucker for the soldier, him bloody plurry thin.
So he sidestep when he get there, Jappa not far away
So he crawl through the jungle, to a Jappa pit today
Swing Jappa by the one foot, bang him head on tree,
Him laugh no sound, him better dead den me.
Kumusi was in flood, Jappa drowning haha see
Aussies shoot and kill with thunder, Jappa dead,
A hehehe.
Don Johnson
THANK YOU PETER CLARK FOR YOUR INPUT ON THIS
VERSE......Peter worked in New Guinea for many years
for Burns Philip and knows the ways of the native peoples!
http://www.scullywag.com/kokoda1942
Copyright © Don Johnson | Year Posted 2010
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