The Swag

A marvellous invention,
Of antipodean origin,
Humped on the wallaby,
A non-complaining partner,
Who will let you lay as is your want,
Keeping out cold and rain,
But allowing a vista unparalleled in beauty,
The majesty of heaven itself.

The subject of verse and song,
Or meandering yarn,
Told at leisure by a campfire.

When a long day of crutching,
Or mustering or marking lambs,
Fishin or huntin,
Is at an end,
Or after a night partying too far from home,
This is the time,
To find a soft flat piece of ground,
( or the back of a ute,)
And roll out,
Your swag.