In 1832 some bloke called Wagler
\nsaw one of my ancestors Flying high
\nHe was taken by its purest splendour so magickal
\nAnd Mythical, and why
\nBecause it was a nymph
\nNot plain nor simple
\nThe feathered fey and other worldly sprites
\nHe became enchanted by its colours
\nAnd how it sparkled on the darkest nights<\/p>\n
Moving on some centuries one Aunty Ro
\nAdopted me
\nand took me to her place
\nShe has a puppy he barks and barks
\nand if he thinks that I
\nWont notice
\neats my baked potato
\nHe just wishes he could fly!
\nHe eats my spud my murphy
\nDevilment thats him
\nIt does make me feel grumpy
\nHe just does it on a whim
\nBill her bloke and Aunty Ro
\nAdopted me perhaps you know
\nLovely couple salt of the earth
\nAnd really both of them are worth<\/p>\n
Their weight in gold they mean so much
\nI was rescued saved as such
\nShe took me in she gave me meals
\nSo ofcourse I know how real love feels
\naunty Ro is so nice to me
\nShe loves Us all so much
\nFights and cares for kangaroo’s
\nAnd she’s always in touch
\nWith lots of the kings and parrots
\nThat frequent her abode
\nShe is one of those special humans
\nWe all need a cart load<\/p>\n
Really lovely people
\nThat actually do care
\nYou want just to be near them
\nTheir special lives to share
\nIt just makes you feel joyful
\nTo be alive each day
\nTheres nobody else like Aunty Ro
\nThats what the animals say<\/p>\n
Some say that I am a quarrion
\nOr a weiro if that is so
\nAll these names for just old me
\nEndemic did you know
\nTo australia the island continent
\nWhere we
\nLive with kangaroo’s and koala
\nAll of us who be<\/p>\n
Up the eucalyptus
\nSo many wild souls here
\nAnd she calls me “frostie”
\nMeans cold or so I hear
\nCrisp and grey and yellow
\nI suppose thats me
\nThe erectile crest upon my head
\nTell me can you see?<\/p>\n
Its to do with my emotions
\nAnd, my temperament
\nWhen i am happy or feel sad
\nIt goes up and down
\nContent
\nWith mind games and with joyfulness
\nIts funny in a way
\nI’m not sure if aunty Ro does know
\nI never heard her say<\/p>\n
I chase their dog i love that
\nBeing in her place
\nMorning noon or late at night
\nShe has a happy face
\nNever any shouting
\nA nature lover she
\nI love being with aunty ro
\nAs all of you can see.<\/p>\n
The wilds ofcourse are out there
\nBut no one can compare
\nWith Aunty Ro
\nShe’s an angel
\nAnd that she chooses to share
\nHer worldly goods with such as me
\nA bird ofcourse I stay
\nWillingly and happily
\nLoving every day!<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
In 1832 some bloke called Wagler saw one of my ancestors Flying high He was taken by its purest splendour so magickal And Mythical, and why Because it was a nymph Not plain nor simple The feathered fey and other … Continue reading