Mallacoota

We start in the car,

We aren't going very far.

We’re going to the Wallagaraugh River.

This is bizarre,

I am getting the shivers.

We cast in our rods, 

And we pray to the gods,

Then I feel it, a tug.

Then out jumps a humongous cod.

I lay it in the esky making it as snug as a bug in a rug.

The wind starts swirling, 

Then we start bustling,

We race for the car.

Then the thunder starts coming,

It rolls in like a cheetah.

We end in the car,

It feels quite far.

We are going back home,

Hopping in the spa,

Under the dome.