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| Ben Hall's Treasure | |
| By Robru | ||||||
| 13 March 2008 | ||||||
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Adventurous kids with a weekend camp out, and some adventures that came from there. Ben Hall was a bushranger Australia's Robin Hood He stole from those he thought had wealth Like any thinking robber would. Rumour used to have it That this Australian Knave Stashed his stolen treasure High in a hillside cave. A bunch of kids went camping Close to where this thief was known To have sheltered from the law When his hiding place was blown. There away up on the hillside A cave could just be seen Could it hold gold and jew'ls Like us kids had never seen. Well, I got myself elected To climb up and have a look To search that cave completely Every cranny, every nook. The climb was not eventful Just a little slip, some pain Fall down a bit, grab a hold Then climb right up again. When I got there, what a shock, No gold or jewels just then A vixen guarding little cubs This was a wily fox's den. Foxey snarled, and I let go I was soon bouncing down Ripped the backside from my shorts And skin from parts thus shown. I was delivered at the bottom In a dusty messy heap Torn shorts exposing private parts From which blood began to seep. I slowly rose onto my feet And looked way up the hill Of seeking long lost treasure I think I've had my fill.
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