I can be a good bush poet
I'm sure I'll make the cut
I've got a checkered shirt
And I'm working on my gut.

I'll come from South Australia
I think a farm is best
And when it comes to growing up
I'll have suffered like the rest

I write of fluffy creatures
A koala and some sheep
Hey, this stuff is easy
I can write in in my sleep

Socioeconomic norms
I'll endeavor not to flout
Oops, that word is way too big
Better chop it out

Now a serious bit
My voice is soft and low
It's sunrise in the bush
And I watch the Darling flow

And like that mighty river
All poems must have an end
I think that very shortly
There's a few less I'll call friend

This poem has an end
And I'm getting there at last
Hey, make a path down there
I may need to get out fast

Bush Poetry is fairy floss
It is very light weight art
Even if it is being read
By a deep voiced chubby fart

So enjoy your bush poetry
But read some good stuff too
And now there's only one word left to say
Ah yes, It's kangaroo.