Down in the Daintree

Down in the Daintree,

Where the birds laugh and sing 

You will learn to worship every little thing.

Down in the Daintree,

Where the cassowary roams

It does not like being bothered,

It prefers to be

Alone.

Down in the Daintree,

Where the mother bandicoot crawls into her abode

Her joeys nip at each other,

In their bed of sticks and stone.

Down in the Daintree,

Where the tree frog croaks,

He is glossy and green, 

An unusual bloke.

Down in the Daintree,

Where the birds laugh and sing,

You will learn to worship

Every. Little. Thing.