I sit and play and during my day Winding words I watch and say The little things that mean so much…
There was a young man from TibetWho took himself to the vetAlthough he was fasthe ended up last…
Some with hair stop and stareBald blokes blink and thinkWhat the hell is happening hereIn one blink I’m in the clink
Detective Dan is the manThat few people understoodHis last stand was in an English…
Way out west in WilcanniaA place called the middle of nowhereThe economy was slowly…