Blue’s Blue : 21 stanzas each of 4 lines about a stubborn old Outback farmer trying to avoid the Taxman.
I can still recall with laughter
That most memorable day
When feisty little Blue McCann
Threw his “pot of gold” away.
It was getting on for Christmas
And the sun’s heat was so high
If you left your billy in the shade
It would boil the bugger dry!
A rumour had been going round
That the Taxman was in town
And one thing Blue would never do
Was give the Government a pound.