who am I who will know
where do I live where do I go
who are my friends who are my foes
the list goes on the answer flows
slithering glide that's how I move
under the rocks that's where I hide
deep in the bushland of no remove
in sandstone cliffs on sandstone highs
crossbands of pearls jewellery strings
black shiny scales magical wings
they move me forward safe and secure
they tell my foes 'Away from here!'
I eat what lives around me
another sandstone creature
velvety lizards geckos
hiding beneath bush creepers
AND LIFE WAS GOOD FOR MANY YEARS!!!
we never knew it'd come to this
until white humans made their move
they took my home to make their own
they stole my rocks they stole my base
beyond the outskirts of Sydney lights
I hang to what remains untouched
so if you really want to help tell everyone
LOOK AT MY PLIGHT!
don't buy my rocks from nurseries
where your new garden starts mine cease
people can make beautiful things
without my rocks and death they bring
DO NOT PLUNDER
DO NOT STEAL
LET US WONDER
LET US HEAL                                                                             
Signed: Yours Faithfully, Broad Headed Snake