Marrkany good on end of spear
Mumma say, No! with eye full of tear
She sorry for this little fish
Put him in river and let him swish
But pappa say, No! we eat him now
He Marrkany sweet! Him not sour
Mamma say, No! and go in gunya
Pappa say, mamma sound like sunder
But pappa still eat Marrkany sweet
Pappa say, him plenty meat.
A tribal feast of fish and yam
Not bad tucker for our clan
Da men, dey go with just a spear
Catch em fish! No worries here
Eat em all into the night
When sun come up no more in sight
Um! Him say! I do alright
I eat em up before come light.
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Deep in their burrow, on the side of the bank of the river, the Platypus quietly plays. He is a fury little animal with a bill and web feet for gliding through the water.
The Hunter, The Heart, were here from the start
There's no one on Earth, that can tear them apart
The Heart that I speak of, is a monument to me
In the middle of the desert, where everyone can see
The hunter is the native man, who compliments this land
Around for many years, he's walked the burning sands
Together! Both well known, to people everywhere
I speak Pure Black, and Desert Red, What beauty can Compare.
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See the old man sit and dream of catching fish in shallow stream
Boomerang flying through the air, old man sits and begins to stare
Memories clouding up his mind, of hunting spear thats straight in line
Pierces roo that passes by. Yes! So straight, is his reply
Now he sees these things have past. All his dreams have gone so fast.
Old man sits and tears are shed, as he quietly dreams of whats ahead.