I don’t believe in werewolves
or the mummy fro the tomb,
I don’t believe in vampires
in the corner of my room.
I don’t believe in lots of things
for now I’m getting older,
But I do believe a skeleton just tapped me on the shoulder.
Source: A second Australian Poetry Book compiled by Barbara Giles (Oxford University Press, 1983)
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.