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by John Williamson |
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Goodbye Bunyip Bluegum, goodbye Blinky Bill |
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And beautiful little Nutsie, I can't believe it |
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Our koalas are all dying, can it really be |
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A national disaster, a world catastrophe |
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Shiny little black nose and fluffy little ears |
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Furry little bundle soaking up the tears |
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Snugglepot and Cuddlepie are crying in the rain |
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And wombat's gone into his hole and won't come out |
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Oh pass the hat around between your friends |
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There's no time to contemplate |
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Maybe if we show some love |
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Maybe it's not too late |
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'Cause Blinky Bill is dying, cross him off the list |
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Knock on doors, ring the bell, save the eucalypts |
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I don't think I could stand the shame, knowing that I could |
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Have saved the world from losing something beautiful and good |
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One doctor on the job is hardly enough |
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One little hospital, wake up Australia |
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It's our corner of the world, time to pull our weight |
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What would we tell our children about our little mate |
