Japanese Scout 1942
Oh yer poncing on Kokoda and you see a little Jap,
Like a Rabbit with the Myxo, he dunno where he's at,
So he plonks at you with bullets, per Arisaka gun,
5 shots an he's on empty, now will come the fun,
Bandy legs come staggering, forward at the trot,
His bayonet fixed to score you, the bayonet fighting slot,
So play fair and bayonet fight with old Tom-Tit,
Parry and a butt slap, till death does do it's bit,
Another for the Pigs to eat,
When all are left to rot,
Of jaw bones there were many,
From the Japanese, a lot,
The first to see the other,
Got first shot, 20 yards away,
Another death another,
And the sadness came to stay,
So you never stopped a watching,
In the jungle clearings green,
Let your guard down, bullets costing
Blood n guts, it was obscene,
On the booze and home again,
Keep them white coat guys away,
no leccy shocks to keep me sane,
Behind the green fence isn’t, aint, ok,
Cos it's not, behind the fence of green,
Where I have bloody been,
2 never, never, never bloody stay….
Don Johnson
CULLING2
The culling of the Kangaroo,
has been here a hundred years or two,
And they are there in millions yet,
Cos they'll out breed you blue,
(we got Kangaroo plenty in Australia)
Human culling on the planet,
overstocked with humans, damn-it,
monkey man does slaughter out,
millions dead not caused by drought,
standing room still on the moon,
shotgun wielding great Baboons,
duck yer head there Mr Gannet,
or you'll be shot dead 2,
Australian Rabbit could feed the world,
Moron's, Myxo. 2 death is hurled,
got poisoned out true blue,
better making rabbit stew,
if intelligence is unfurled,
just here it never do!
Don Johnson
if you get a rabbit plague, eat em hey ...dont waste em :{
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