The 23^rd G'day

A Psalm of Dave

An all Aussie version of Psalm 23.

The Lord is my jackaroo
      I never have to scum off any sheila.
He lets me take a smoko
      down in the lush, green paddocks.
He takes me to the billabong
      with no crocs and no mozzies.
He patches up the sole of my blunnies.
He points me in bonza directions
      and He takes the cred.
Even though I go on walkabout through the Never Never
      with a good chance of carking it,
I will fear no Tassie devils
      for You are true blue;
      Your stock whip and Your barbie-mate comfort me.
You put on a sausage sizzle for me
       in the sight of a mob of mongrels and bludgers.
You douse my noggin with emu oil.
My tinny overflows.
I reckon mateship and a fair go
      will mark every day of my life,
and I will bunk down in Your holy homestead
      for yonks and yonks and yonks.