The Hunter

Down by the River Murray
Along the stinking shores
Of that old dingy lagoon
My cousin went a-hunting
Looking for some rabbits
For the cooking pot!
I was with my dear dad
As we went to meet him
Walking along that old trail
I remember hearing a few shots!
From far off they came
My dear cousin: hunting his game
The few small birds were silenced
As those shots were fired
Then a couple of Galahs went flying
Screaming out their blame!
I saw a couple of bunnies
Scrambling along the trail
One was black and white
The other a snowy tail
I guess they were fleeing:
Trying to escape
As that hunter was coming nearer
Flushing out his game!

RIP George