HARLEY DINOSAUR by John Warner 1991, recorded by Walters & Warner on 'Who Was Here?' 1997 no audio or video This story is true except that the dinosaur was actually a sheep. Written during John's 'Browns' period at Murrumbateman, NSW. Names have been changed to protect the sheep. 'Twas at the Murrumbateman tip when no one was about, A giant egg lay in the sun and a dinosaur hatched out. The only creature round the place, an ancient mother sheep Adopted him at once instead of the lamb she failed to keep. She called him Harley Davidson, her baby dinosaur, From a picture in a magazine she'd seen some days before, She sang him Sheep May Safely Graze and Baa Baa Black Sheep Until her young triceratops was safely fast asleep. And it's oh my! you never saw before Such a thumping great triceratops like Harley Dinosaur! Now in the paddock by the tip, young Harley grew and fed And by three weeks had overtopped his mother by a head. And soon some forty head of sheep and half a dozen rams Saw one bright, young triceratops at play among the lambs. But springtime brings the shearing, the crutching and the like Of the sorts of things they do to sheep to keep down blowfly strike, And so one worthy grazier, by name of Thomas Scroggs Set out upon his motorbike and with him four sheep dogs. The Honda roared across the land with rattles, thumps and bangs, When Harley heard the racket, something ancient bared its fangs, And as the sheep in panic fear all fled in leaps and bounds, A fully grown triceratops stood up to face the hounds. Now Blue and Dolly, Bill and Meg were sheepdogs of the best, Prize winners all though they might be, they'd never faced this test. 'Get in behind!' cried Farmer Scroggs, his face a wrathful frown, So in behind the log they got and kept their heads well down. At this the farmer's face went red, he said a nasty word, And revved his motor-cycle round to catch that fleeing herd. But Harley charged that mean machine, his great feet squashed it flat, He chased the farmer up a tree and that, my friends, was that. And so we leave good Farmer Scroggs his features turning black His sheep behind their dinosaur can laugh at all attack I'll leave his dogs behind their log and terminate my rhyme By saying 'Harley Davidson beats Hondas, every time!'
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