The days would have been rainier

The dark sky never clear

If you’d gone to Tasmania

And sadly I’d stayed here

In the wrong hemisphere

I might have died quite young one day

Empty, lost and blue

But been reborn far far away

A silly kangaroo 

And hopped right up to you

And you’d have looked at me, said “streuth  – 

An ugly brute, sport, that’s the truth!”

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