I made a dozen boomerangs (a weapon here in Aus)

and headed out beyond the Birdsville Track;

my cooking pot stayed empty though, I dined on plants because

the bloody things refused to come on back!

I threw one with a slight left hook, and aimed it at the ground,

it made a whirring noise and sounded great,

but as for gaining altitude and slowly coming round?

A dismal bloody failure - it went straight!

I sanded one on one end, made the bias big and small,

to force the thing to fly round in an arc,

I aimed it at a tree stump but it didn't turn at all,

and broke in pieces up against the bark!

I soaked one in some water and I bent it quite severe,

then flung it in the air with all my might,

it started off quite slowly, then moved up another gear

and flew away from me - straight out of sight!

One morning I threw six at once, to try and get some food,

I'd used up every trick that I had learned,

I dined on scrubby plants again, and thought it rather rude,

not one of all those boomerangs returned!

I threw one at a kangaroo but missed him by a mile,

I think it got deflected by the wind,

the kangaroo was unperturbed, I swear I saw him smile,

and all his mates just looked at me and grinned!

I tried to chuck one backhand with a snapping of the wrist,

I must have overdone it with the fling,

coz boomeranging headed to the bottom of my list,

your arm can't throw one when it's in a sling!

Those kangaroos were everywhere, and I was eating plants -

this "livin' off the land" was not much fun,

the next time that I head outback, those roos won't stand a chance -

I won't forget to bring a bloody gun!
 

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