I’ve grown up Aussie style, a sun-kissed Weet Bix kid,
I’ve played netball in my tiny skirt, bounced the ball and skid
I’ve choked on a fly and still been a happy little Vegemite,
I’ve smiled even when the mozzies started to bite.
I’ve swung from the Hills Hoist then ran from Mums smack,
I’ve hitched across Asia and Europe with my backpack
I’ve slept and woken to Kookaburras laughing in a gum tree
I’ve burnt my soles on sand and nearly drowned in the sea.
I’ve crossed a road so hot that the tar stuck to my shoe
I’ve swatted at Louie and yes I have had a red back on my loo.
I’ve tossed about seeking sleep under that noisy wobbly fan,
I’ve been as happy as a pig in shit and been not happy Jan.
I’ve seen the giants of my land, the prawn, banana and the sheep,
I’ve said “she’ll be right” just before I’ve landed in a huge shit heap.
I’ve been buzzed by cicadas and dealt with the blue arsed fly,
I’ve eaten Pavs and Lammos and poured dead horse on top of a pie.
I’ve Slip Slop and Slapped but seldom use the Aeroguard,
I’ve shared veggie barbies with my mates in our big backyard.
I’ve done some hard yakka and been flat out like a lizard drinking,
I’ve seen a bogan with a mullet and thought “what the hell was he thinking”
I’ve said things like “deadly”, “ripper”, “bonza” and “Oh boy”
I’ve melted for day after day, then greeted a wild storm with great joy
I’ve mastered my rites of passage like the full pelt sprint in thongs,
I’ve danced to Acca-Dacca and know the words to LRB songs.
I’ve swum at pristine beaches and smelt eucalypt in the air
I’ve danced the national dance the “hot sand shuffle” with flair
I’ve peeled layers of skin after long hot summer days
I’m aghast as mining companies our environment and heritage erase
I’ve been subjected to unruly behaviour and bad taste pun
I’m in awe of our wildlife and from a few I have had to run
I’ve lived through summers each hotter than the one before.
I’ve noted our subtle pervasive bigotry, rotten to the core.
I’ve had a Gaytime, cracked a Cornetto and tried every Paddle Pop,
I’ve found the ageism racism and misogyny difficult to cop
I’ve noted our First Nation peoples still clamouring to be heard
I’ve noted too many in our institutions and how their deaths are blurred
I’m deeply offended that our refugees languish in concentration zoo
I travelled to places like Mullimgrad, Goondiwindi and Woolloomooloo,
I’ve grown up in a country they call lucky, peaceful but not so free,
I’ve got a strong heart connection to this sunburnt country.
I’ve stood for our National Anthem and I’ve screamed oi oi oi,
I’m dedicated to my blessed country, it’s foibles we should destroy
I’ve stood under the Southern Cross and been in awe of what I can see,
Cause I’m True Blue, I’m Dinky Di, a 100 percent proud Aussie.
a heavily edited ozzie ode, a meme that circulates late January
added a couple of lines from Brian, thanks!
Sorry I guess this may need a translation for most …
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