Written by Dick Roberts
Oh how the bush has changed, since my childhood days,
When cattle roamed the mountain sides, no fires were ablaze.
The bush was clean and open, a horse you could canter through,
Flowers lined the hillsides, where the snow daisy once grew.
Great big stands of mountain ash, and tea trees on the flats,
A brumby by the creek, now gone, thanks to the bureaucrats.
Mountain huts and homesteads that once stood the test of time,
All reduced now to ashes, oh what a bloody crime.
Blackberries and thistles, that now choke out all the creeks,
Are climbing the hillsides, and will soon be on the peaks.
Dogs, pigs and rabbits have now taken over our National Park,
Because hunting has been banned by our academic ruling class.
Fire trails and old bush tracks that once traversed the bush,
Are all now locked and overgrown, and we’re all told to shush.
Don’t challenge their authority, or their record from the past,
Your experience don’t count, for qualifications they will ask.
Just like the township of Kiandra, that they bulldozed back in 74,
The brumbies in the snowy will soon be gone forevermore.
Our leaders refuse to acknowledge and protect our history,
Yet, they control our future, will we always remain strong and free?
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