The Bilby
Posted: Sun Jun 17, 2018 8:27 pm
Finally got past the trilby, Shelley...
The Bilby
Hello there, I’m the bilby, and a native of this land.
I’ve lived here for a long time, and I’ll have you understand
Your Anglo-Saxon rituals are not my cup of tea.
Celebrate them as you wish but please, don’t turn to me.
Out here in the desert sands, life’s pretty black and white,
And what determines life and death determines wrong and right.
As for resurrection and forgiveness of the soul,
I ask for nothing other than a warm and cosy hole.
So when it comes to Easter, and explaining chocolate eggs,
Please do not think involving me in any way has legs.
You have your little bunny that you brought here on your ship,
So take responsibility and get a proper grip!
He served you well enough back home on England’s distant shore,
What would you want to meddle with your English customs for?
I heard no talk of Easter till the bunnies turned up here,
And don’t see any signs that they’re about to disappear,
So spare me, please, recruitment in your quaint but foreign ways.
Each time I hear your Easter tale, my eyes begin to glaze.
I’m not a furry critter to be signed up to your band.
I’m a self-respecting bilby, and a native of this land!
© Stephen Whiteside 17.06.2018
The Bilby
Hello there, I’m the bilby, and a native of this land.
I’ve lived here for a long time, and I’ll have you understand
Your Anglo-Saxon rituals are not my cup of tea.
Celebrate them as you wish but please, don’t turn to me.
Out here in the desert sands, life’s pretty black and white,
And what determines life and death determines wrong and right.
As for resurrection and forgiveness of the soul,
I ask for nothing other than a warm and cosy hole.
So when it comes to Easter, and explaining chocolate eggs,
Please do not think involving me in any way has legs.
You have your little bunny that you brought here on your ship,
So take responsibility and get a proper grip!
He served you well enough back home on England’s distant shore,
What would you want to meddle with your English customs for?
I heard no talk of Easter till the bunnies turned up here,
And don’t see any signs that they’re about to disappear,
So spare me, please, recruitment in your quaint but foreign ways.
Each time I hear your Easter tale, my eyes begin to glaze.
I’m not a furry critter to be signed up to your band.
I’m a self-respecting bilby, and a native of this land!
© Stephen Whiteside 17.06.2018