To the barbaric knobs who made the call
to cull our Brumbies, down you’ll fall.
Such a horrible death, with so much pain
what you’ve done is rotten - insane.
You murderous pricks, this won’t be forgot
shooting our Brumbies, I hope you rot.
So UnAustralian, sickening to the core
such filthy liars, corrupt and more.
You’ll pay for your crimes, the fights just begun
the helicopters will turn, so you’d better run.
People are awake and asking why
you murdered such beauty from ground and sky.
The blood that shed is on your hands
it’s you who’ve destroyed our precious lands.
Not the horses so spirited, wild and true
but gutless people who haven’t a clue.
These Horses are cherished by many world wide
they roam Kosciuszko with peace & pride.
Shame on the Government - soulless hypocrites
the world is watching, you total Dimwits!
Part of our history is being erased that’s clear
these majestic beauties now run in fear.
So united we stand, Justice we seek
we are the voices, for horses we speak.
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Dancing in the Wind
While dancing in the wind, with the backdrop a blue sky
Snow gums bend their upper limbs, and appear to fly
Back and forth across their stage, in perfect harmony
To the rhythm of the wind, and its haunting symphony
Their costumes are so fresh and new; some rust, some grey, some green
And after a shower from heaven, their leaves are squeaky clean
The stage set's always changing, as clouds go racing by
These come from Kosciuszko - miles high in the sky
And so the gum-leaf dancers revel in ballet
To echoes of a mazurka, down the Alpine Way
In honor of Strzelecki, who came from another land
They twist and turn down the slopes, then pirouette in the sand.
oOo
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