Of the home of the badger and brown river trout
My journey in life it did take me far south
To the Land of koala and emu and roo
And rosella and kookaburra and cockatoo
I only have memories of the what used to be
And of faces and places i may never more see
And of the croak of the frog in the waterlogged drain
And of the waterways swollen by heavy rain
Many Seasons gone by since my physical prime
And only in memory i can go back in time
Though only the autobiographies of the wealthy and famous are published in book form to sell
We all have our stories of life for to tell
And the life journey for me began north and far away
But who knows where i will live my last night and day?
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