The Little Black Girl
Her tribe far from here north as the crow flies
The little black girl with the chestnut brown eyes
Her shoulder length hair dark as feather of crow
And there is great warmth in her cheery hello.
Her people were here long before others came
And for this Land they had a different name
And they were known to be environmentally aware
And of this great Country they did take good care.
Her people invented the boomerang and didgeridoo
And with their dogs through the scrub hunted the roo
And related their stories in song and in rhyme
The stories that their dads told them of the Dreamtime.
The little black girl has a proud history
Her race belong to this Land of the southern sea
That they are the first people is never in doubt
And the very first humans to venture far south.
Her people have been here for thousands of years
And their dispossession a reason for tears
And the little black girl with a smile on her face
Belongs to her Country's Aboriginal race.
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