Saturday, January 12, 2008
Jimmy From Kallista
There is a world beyond the woods of Sherbrooke
And this Australia is a vast country
But you tell that to Jimmy from Kallista
And he will say Kallista will do me.
He's never been far distant from Kallista
And the furthest he's been to is Ballarat
One hundred and fifty kilometres from Kallista
He's had no wish to drive further than that.
You say to him Australia is a vast land
And that there are many wondrous things to see
And he will say the man who has seen the whole world
Am I a lesser human being than he? .
You ask him what he loves about Kallista
He says I love the wild life and the trees
The pleasant fluting of crimson rosellas
And the tall mountain ash trees waving in the breeze.
The distinct call of eastern yellow robin
His song more like a ticking sort of sound
And sturdy wombat nature's excavator
Sleeps in his dark den deep beneath the ground.
And in the twilight as the sky is darkening
The wallabies from hiding venture out
They nibble grasses in the forest clearings
And loosen up their limbs and hop about.
I always feel so happy in Kallista
And to Sherbrooke wood mine's a familiar face
And why should I wish to see all of Australia
When I live in the most amazing place? .
And why should I wish to see the wide brown outback
Where they tell me there are hardly any trees
No pleasant flutings of crimson rosellas
No mountain ash trees waving in the breeze? .
He's better known as Jimmy from Kallista
And he's happy to live where the mountain ash grow tall
And why should he wish to travel through Australia?
When he lives in the finest land of all.