G'day again,

Margaret Walters e-mailed me the words of HARLEY DINOSAUR - from the CD liner notes (good CD ... and cover photograph by some bloke called Bob Bolton ...).

HARLEY DINOSAUR
John Warner, late 1991

This story is true - only the names have been changed etc. etc. Written during my "Murrumbateman Brown Period" spent at the farm a few miles north of the ACT owned by good friends,Warwick and Jenny Cole. A song to put Murrumbateman on the map and inspire the film, "Jurassic Park". (Oh - Harley was a sheep in real life!) JW

Recorded on the album: Who Was Here? (Walters & Warner)
[contact Margaret Walters for information on purchasing the album]

'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 thought 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 tat, 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!"

Regards,

Bob Bolton