I want to moan a bit tonight

Before I go to bed,

The way I feel I would delight

In punching someone's head.

The beetles gather round the light

The mossies sing a song,

The ants are waiting for a bite

Why! Everything's gone wrong.                                                           

 

'Twas hot today out on the plain    

I've come to this conclusion now

That fifty bob and keep

Is not enough for me somehow

To muster flamin' sheep.

So when this job is all complete

When every tail is checked

I'll pack my horses and retreat

From a district sadly wrecked