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This is a poem I wrote recently. I doubt it would ever work as a song, but I thought I might give it a crack anyway. I guess it is pretty self explanitory. Hope you enjoy. Dave

COOKING WITH GAS

“Strewth. It’s Gas!”
Those famous words
Put Roma on the map
A harbinger of things to come
Of our town down the track

Don’t be fooled by the sleepy façade
This town is cooking with gas
Though life may crawl at a snails pace
That snail can crawl quite fast

Tho bustle is gone from the good old days
Riding upon the sheep
Of yards of cattle and bags of wheat
Don’t think we’ve gone to sleep

With holes punched down in every spare
Acre of farming ground
The big boys of exploration
Keep tired wheels turning ‘round

So keep those drills a-spinnin’ lads
Drillin’ through the night
We’re cookin’ with gas
We’ll light the way
Our flame is burning bright

Don’t speak to me of green energy
Black power’s the way to go
Without these blokes who drill our soil
Where would we be, who’d know?

No longer can we ride on sheep
No-one would buy wool socks
And you can’t grow wheat if it won’t rain
And the paddocks are understocked

So keep those drills a-spinnin’ lads
Drillin’ through the night
We’re cookin’ with gas
We’ll light the way
Our flame is burning bright

Strewth, it’s gas!
And Roma’s still here
It keeps our flame burning bright