The Ram and the Goanna
Trudge along the road
They carry their burdens
It's a heavy load
They are going to hitchhike
From Sydney to Bre
Will they get a lift?
We'll soon see
The Ram is impatient
And fast in his tread
He walks like a billy goat
With rocks in his head
The goanna is agile
As he swings his hips
When he thinks of grass
He licks his lips
They walk for miles
In the boiling hot sun
For the Ram and the Goanna
Hitchhikings no fun
Their hopes are risen
As a car comes their way
They hold out their thumbs
They kneel down and pray
The Ram and the Goanna
Make and unusual sight
The driver accelerates
And drives off in fright
Well they never got a lift
I wonder why?
Its either walk back to Sydney
Or grow wings and fly
