The Most Important Thing Of All

Out of scribbling verses I've never made a penny There's surely easier roads to wealth and fame A waste of time and energy and money It really is a 'hungry belly game'. But penning doggerels always keeps me happy Although my rhymes are not seen as much good I am a migrant with the broadest accent And what I say not always understood. I do not see myself as an advantage To this Land of the marsupial and gum tree And though I love this big and scenic Country Australia could do nicely without me. Yet I am one who adores Mother Nature And her great beauty I can appreciate She has the power of life and death in her four Seasons The power to wither and to re-create. And Australia has such splendid natural beauty From Cape York to Tasmania on the Tasman sea A vast and scenic Land of many hues and colours And open spaces and so much to see. Out of penning verse I've never made a penny And though I know my name the literary critics won't recall Just making up rhymes seems to keep me happy And that's the most important thing of all.