The Bunyips by Doug MacLeod


At Murray Bridge the bunyips wait

For visitors from interstate

Then up they leap, a sight so strange

And always out of camera range.


The tourists in their mad despair

Start seeing bunyips everywhere

And all the locals join the fun

Saying, “Bunyips? Pull the other one!”


“What rubbish! Bunyips don’t exist!

You must be going round the twist!”

And sure enough, the tourists flee

For fear they’ve lost their sanity.


While Murray Bridge is all aglow

With cries of “Thought they’d never go!”

And all along the Murray sands

Are men and bunyips shaking hands.


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