From Old Gayndah town or somewhere around
Came a young lass called Taylor Mac.
To study it’s clear, so to forge a career
Determined to make Ma and Pa proud
Having left the old farm, the tractor and barn
and all kinds of citrus fruit
She brought all her loot with her port in the boot
And a hat full of her country charm.
In a Jag limousine, she appeared on our scene
With ‘P’ plates stuck onto the screen
A little bizarre - Well it was George Evan’s car
But young Taylor’s in charge of it now
Now George is our mate with a lot on his plate
So we are all very grateful to her
She rules his whole life like a true country wife
that’s how all women are.
George’s house is a shrine and for such a long time
With rooms full of aeroplane kits
He has Taylor trained and also explained
Where to stick all the intricate bits
So by way of thanks, in conjunction with ‘Tatts’
They offered to take her on high
‘‘Well, I’ve watched you all fly and the huge helpings of ‘pie’
So, not now” was her humble reply.
Stretch down to the soles of her shoes
They really look great, like her famous ‘Namesake’
Who plays for the Carlton ‘Blues’
So in cahoots she sometimes dons boots
Because she’s a player of AFL too
While they thought it a shame, “That’s not our ‘biff’ game”
Good old ‘Aussie Rules’ always shines through.
Without realising how, she’s a part of us now
Despite the generational gaps
And although we now know, a thing about her or so
She turns up with some persona anew
With some sienna hue, she’s dyed her hair too
Could it be ‘Cat Jane Fonda Ballou’?
The false eye lashes bat, ‘neath an oversize hat
We wonder what next she might do.
Now I know all your names and your favourite games
That evolved through the mystery of time
You gather together like birds of one feather
Cloned out of some strange gaming zoo
Who’ve not been in their prime
For such a crazy long time
Heck! Even ‘Poppy’s years younger than you.
From some earlier century
Developing rites that descended from kites
And in proving to you all that it’s true
When let off your tether, in any old weather
It’s something your wives always knew
A bunch of silly old farts, but with very big hearts
Who will always spare their time for you.
Well, so at our age, the world is a stage
And we live for the moment or two
Though it may be our pleasure,
We can’t stay together
And then you’ll run off with someone new
Some handsome young buck
With a very large truck
And there’s nothing we old flyboys can do.
To such magnificent men
It comes as a revelation when
Regardless of whatever we do
No matter how clever, we can’t fly forever
But the whole world’s waiting for you
With so much to give
And a lifetime to live
May all of your dreams come true -
Just for you.
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