Mollys Holiday Poem by George Savige

They put her on a camel,
Molly, 'Sapphire 1',
She'd just arrived at Alice,
Holiday begun.

She wouldn't leave her C.B.
Tied it on her back.
Mike in hand she left them,
Riding up the track.

The camel needed water
To keep it on the go,
So off it went to find some,
With Molly calling 'Woah! '

The last they saw of Molly
Was on a far off hill,
Calling on her C.B.
'Hey can you hear me, Bill? '

They left the town to find her,
Organised a search.
But still she's out there somewhere
Sitting on her 'perch'.

And some day when the 'skip's' in,
You're ready for some fun,
You could perhaps be lucky,
And hear the 'Sapphire 1'.