I once heard the late Lin Onus a teriffic aboriginal artist give a lecture to somewhere like the press club. He told a story of hearing his son singing the national anthem, which his son had picked up orally, to write out the words. They were truly hilarious when compared with the official words. The best line I remember was “Our land abounds in nature strips”.
Today eight year old Alex gave me a Father’s Day card that he’d made up at school. It carries the family football team emblem (Collingwood) with the club song on the inside cover. The club song is what a club song should be. Dreamt up as alternative words to some music hall song of early last century it ends with the lines “Oh the premiership’s a cakewalk for the good old Collingwood”. The last line of Alex’s club song is more interesting.
“All the premierships of Cape York for the good old Collingwood”.
“Oh the premiership’s a cakewalk for the good old Collingwood”