IT'S THE PUPPY IN ME

You should be on your mat,

When your mum is getting tea,

But I creep right up behind her

And she stumbles over me.

When the doorbell rings,

You should sit and calmly wait.

So I barge right past them all

And I’m heading for the gate.

You can’t walk through the garden,

You’ll flatten all the plants,

So I jump right in the centre

And begin my little dance.

When you are out walking

The duck poo you should leave it,

So I gobble it all up

And on the carpet I do heave it.

I like to push the boundaries,

Just to see how far I’ll get,

I know I should be really good,

But I’m not grown up yet!

Written by Dorothy Nation



Let me introduce myself!

I’m one of the furry kind who lives in the Land from Down Under. You know the place – just think of warm, sandy beaches covered in bronzed bodies.  The one where ya have to slip, slop, slap & slide or you’ll risk looking like a chooky lobster. The place where having a pie floater doesn’t mean giving ya tucker swimming lessons! You wear ya thongs & t shirt so ya won’t be a yobbo!

It’s where ya chuck a prawn on the Barbie while dippin’ ya fingers in vegemite & I get to gobble it up before it hits the dirt……..bonza!

Where ya act like a galah when your boomerang won’t come back but ‘she’ll be right mate when ya waltz with ya Matilda & tie ya kangaroo down; just to be a sport.  

Where I live, the kangas hop onto the front lawn & box ya garden gnomes. Then koalas jostle with the lorries for drinking rights in ya bird bath.

Oh you must’ve heard about cobbers who camp by the billabong & stare into the bush telly! They crack a coldie while cracking yarns. Where ya end up ‘going like the clappers’ when the little black picnickers get into ya grundies!!!

Have ya wracked ya noggin yet? Yep, that’s my home & we’re ridgy didge. That’s why we’re grinning like a sly fox! Cos I am………..we are, I am Oz-trail-yun!