He hails from the place where the white scrub grass grow
The home of the wombat and the pale eyed crow
His hair that was light brown is now silver gray
And clearly he has known a far better day.
In his sixty second year to his deceased parents an only son
With one younger sister she is sixty one
Ten years ago his wife left him for a younger man for her he did not shed any tears
Since the love had gone out of their marriage for years.
Six times a grandfather he lives on his own
He will tell you life's good and life's bad times he has known
He has a casual relationship with an ex girl friend of his ex wife
A happy enough bloke he does enjoy life.
He hails from the countryside of the gray roo
The home of the galah and the white cockatoo
But he does not pine for his old homeplace far away
In the big coastal city he is happy to stay.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment