Australian Outback

The old rusty bike blew in the windy gale,
Deep in the outback upon sat a quale,
The bird opened its mouth and let out a croak,
Its voice was as deep as a bellowing bloke.

A few miles away a petrol station stood,
The aged building was as rickety as wood,
The old man that lived there worked alone,
His only communication was a turn dial phone.

These animals live in the hot, hot desert,
Their lonely lives are all about the dusty dirt,
All the Aussie animals rely on each other,
They all work together like one big brother.

The quale had flown far and wide,
The farther it flew the more it tried,
But down below in the dusty sand,
No water to be seen in this dry, dry land.

The old man's daily routine was to search for a feast,
To find a bird, kangaroo or any other beast,
He searched all day and night but knew he would not quit,
He finally saw a quale and scored a direct hit.

These animals live in the hot, hot desert,
Their lonely lives are all about the dusty dirt,
All the Aussie animals rely on each other,
They all work together like one big brother.