Diggity John Who Lived in a Billabong!

— by Ryan, aged 10.

Diggity John, he lived in a billabong, lonely be he.
Diggity John, who lived in a billabong, went for a walk,
on a day as good as December may be.

Diggity John, who lived in a billabong, went up to Farmer Gong.
"Will you be my friend?" asked Diggity John, who lived in a billabong.
"No!" Said Farmer Gong. "Diggity John who lives in a billabong, be off with ye!
Humans and bunyips can't be friends, that's how it simply be!"

So Diggity John who lived in a billabong, off went he,
to find another friend.

Diggity John, who lived in a billabong, he met a kangaroo.
"SHOO! Diggity John who lives in a billabong,SHOO! Be off with you!"
And with a bing and a bong,
old kangaroo went hopping along,
poor old Diggity John, who lived in a billabong,
didn't even get to ask.

Diggity John, who lived in a billabong, went walking along,
to find a Possum,
watching the flowers blossom.
"Will you be my friend?" asked Diggity John, who lived in a billabong.
But the possum, he,
just scrambled up a tree,
shouting: "I'm alive, HURRAY!
Aint no bunyips eating me today!"

So Diggity John, who lived in a billabong, now he understood.
People were scared of him, 'cause he was a bunyip,
and bunyips just don't belong.

Diggity John, who lived in a billabong, sat and began to cry.
A quokka came by,
and asked:"Diggity John, who lives in a billabong, oh why,
oh why do you cry?
I'm not scared of you,
I'll be your friend,
I'll be your mend,
oh Diggity John, who lives in a billabong,
please, do end your pry."

Diggity John, he lived in a billabong, he wasn't alone,
he would no longer moan,
his friend the quokka did never groan.

THE END.