what native women tell thier children

[william williams]

What native women tell their children

Now all you piccaninnies who dream, what ever you would be.
A horse man riding high with boots, and spurs and hat to see.
A woman making baskets, both round or square and free
There are yams to dig, and grubs to gather, around any sort of tree.
A fish to catch, yabbies too, and any other food that you do see
Honey in the honey bee holes, I hope they’ll never sting me
Here is a cave that’s dry and warm, forever ever that will be
So sleep my piccaninny child, so the Bunyip man can see
That while he walks around the cave, as silent as can be
He sees that you have been good, a child, full of glee.
Though never shall you see his prints, or marks where ever he may be.
He wears kaducci boots of Emu feather, no marks he leaves for you to see.
So sleep my little piccaninny, that Bunyip fella,
He will look after you and me.

Written by Bill Williams ©

[Bob Pacey]

Seen a post in the local text messages in the local paper and the writer signed off as " Buddu " had to laugh

They certainly have a colourful language and heaps of dreamtime stories.


Enjoyed This Bill