Big bloke with a hat cries in the sun
Beating down on his paddock of dust
His mate, he had said, would have taken his gun
Shot himself in the head cause he can’t earn a crust
Mother nature has spoken, we can’t change her mind
She’s the one who’s in charge of the drought
Your choices help farmers to stay on the land
Twenty cents extra turns his fortune about
Twenty cents extra on milk, he buys water for cows
Twenty cents extra for meat, they get more than rough browse
Twenty cents extra to spend on a loaf of bread
And this farmer won’t end up dead.
The cattle are bony, the dams are just mud
The bank’s going to start repossessing
There’s no market for bones, or his family farm
Just twenty cents extra’s a blessing
Twenty cents extra on milk, he buys water for cows
Twenty cents extra for meat, they get more than rough browse
Twenty cents extra to spend on a loaf of bread
And this farmer won’t end up dead.
Hi Sarah,
Keep doing what you are doing, interesting reading all posts, good on you mate!
Erik.
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Thanks Erik! I’ve really enjoyed writing this year, even if I haven’t posted regularly. I will try to do better. I really appreciate your support and your comment.
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