Face it Catspaw - the below tune is in your head and - no matter how many hours at the catnip or scratching at the bark, no matter how many licks of your paws or Great Tits or Bull Finches consumed - you're never going to get it out: you ARE a WAVaholic, pal!

Poem cum song 2 of 230: WALKABOUT WITH MY PEN

Once drove an old sedan, up north,
From a place in Sydney to Cairns;
Then to Kuranda I went forth,
By train, to look without set plans.

I browsed through the trendy market,
With fresh fruits of tropical kind;
Walked to the creek through lush thicket -
Nature's hand giving peace of mind.

I dined in a scenic cafe;
Then, outside, as I wrote for yen,
Some passing Kooris called-out: "Hey,
You go walkabout with your pen."

Request or question, I don't know -
Assured voices, elderly men.
That's now several years ago,
And I've seen the world - with my pen.

From walkaboutsverse.741.com (use above link to, like Catspaw, have a listen, if you wish/dare).