Inspired after a trip around the Australian Outback where some country towns had dozens of Emu milling around the streets and sometimes in folks front gardens.
Knowing of their curious nature I decided to create a little "story" about one such Emu.
There was an emu in our front garden
having himself a grand old time
Mum saw him and said "I beg your pardon!
Those flowers you just ate were mine!"
She hurried on off to the bedroom
Came back with my fathers shoe
"I'll get that rotten scoundrel" she said
as she chased after that emu.
(CH)
And off he goes in a cloud of dust
Over the hills and far away
Making a mockery of us
That emu got away.
Off he goes shaking his tail
Over the hills and far away
Making a mockery of us
he always gets away.
There was an emu in our back garden
Underneath the washing line
Mum saw him and said "I beg your pardon!
Those underpants you ate were mine!"
She hurried on off to the kitchen
Came back with a great big broom
"I'll get that rotten scoundrel!" she said
As she chased after that emu.
(Ch)
There was an emu on our back verandah
With a big rectangle in his throat
Mum screamed "He's swallowed my bloomin camera!"
It's a wonder he didn't choke
She hurried on off to the workshed
came back with my fathers gun
That emu's eyes nearly popped out of his head
Yeah that emu started to run
(ch)
And off he goes in a cloud of dust
Over the hills and far away
Making a mockery of us
That emu got away.
Off he goes shaking his tail
Over the hills and far away
Taking a photograph of us
he always gets away.