It's time babe to pack that trailer, and shop for a week and go
We're heading bush, for quiet time with two dogs in toe.
Honey's a seasoned gal, with Coco, an open book
The start was shit, with coco the whinging sook

But we're here outta Gloucester, in a place called Bretti
Hoping to capture, the milky ways perfect night sky
It starts out tops, with a ripper two days
The skies are blue,and touched by those warm sunrays

Then comes day 3, when it all starts to change
These screaming, howling winds, come bellowing over the range
Chillin watching Netflix, Bad Blood I think?
All fed up on tucker, and about to have a drink

The wind picks up,and smashes the tent and camp
Now give me the rain, and a bit of damp
Now this strong wind was constant, fierce and strong
We're inside holding poles, as it's caving in.

Shell's crapping her duds, I'm just hoping the tent will hold
Now skip two days ahead, and a few times these dogs were told
We wake up the next day, a hole in the dogs tent
They've chewed through the window, it's time they get sent

The wind is not letting up, and we're at the end of our tether
Let's drop the dogs back home, and head out again together
One night at home in a bed, shower and back on the road
Only us and a few things I forgot, there's nothing to load

Frying pan looks ok, and we've been there before
The trailer hooked up, and its foot to the floor
We've decided to set camp, on Old Jack's Corner
With the trees lining the river, it just seems a lil warmer

All set up, including the hammock,
And no fierce wind to make it a wreck
The tent the solar, and even the shower
It's time for fun, with the Miss Towers

3 O'clock in the arvo, and its all said and done
Its time to sit down, on mine and her bum
Early the next day, a bloody cold morning breaks
And that air bed gets me again, with good ole neck aches

A top day ahead, is what's said to be
And from what I can gather, they're on the money
4 kookaburras perched around us, just waiting for love
Magpies, wrens, crows and black cockies above

With a piece of a sausage, they all venture down
With 4 kookies feeding at my feet, right there on the ground
No sight of the goannas, its seems this time around
But this cheeky lil possum, has made our kitchen her home

Now there's still no luck, in catching a yabbie
Can't wait till Shell tries one, they're certainly not shabby
The campovens been tops, with food far and wide
Pork belly, beef stew and a great silverside

The chill hits a lil, but nothing a beanie won't fix
Time to stoke up that fire, with hardwood not sticks
It's now Monday morning, and time to pack up
We're heading home, to see them two pups

Then we look at each other, and without even a thought
Madi's going to be angry, confused and certainly distraught
Yep we're staying another week, in this pristine spot
With the possum, kookaburras, another stew in the pot,

So we head into town, to stack up on supplies
Then off to the bakery, for them ripper pies
We scoot to IGA, and get the shopping done
Our clothes have been washed, time to get them in the sun

What a top day just knowing, that we're staying another week
We can't go home now, the holidays just at its peak
Come Wednesday afternoon, and its just sinking in
A Jerusalem Falls walk, what a brilliant win

Now we settle in for dinner, pork belly slaw and corn
Now when ya camping with Shell and I, it's pretty well the norm
We've both finished our din dins, and slothing like always
It's time now to relax, and settle in for 7 days

Then Jeff rocks up, with pudding cream and custard
Twas inhaled in a momemt, cheers ya old bastard
He's been a good neighbour, with tips and knowledge
72 years of age, a top bloke I pledge

Now there's stuff I'm not telling you, in this port induced poem
It's for your own good, and if you were there you'd of known
Now let me change this subject, well just for a second
I've had zero luck catching, that yabbie I beckon

Just to show Miss Shell, is all I truly desire
A beautiful clear day, topped by an intense campfire
I'll get one one day, and excite the pair of us
Straight in the pot with ginger, chilli and lemongrass

A mouth watering experience, every single person should try
Down to earth stuff, you know, something you can't buy
It's a really long poem, and your probably bored by now
But there's 5 days left, and deadset, the tiniest row

I seriously don't know, how much more I can love this girl
Shell's my moment, my past, she is my whole world
Apart from my kids, whom I'm starting to miss
With everyone here, it would be pure bliss

So we made it a plan, to spend a week all together
Shell's seven, my three in the much warmer weather
Eight grandkids running around, exploring the bush
We'll just smile at each other, with a shove and a push

Now it's coming to the end, of our peaceful stay
I dare say we'll be home a week, and plan our next getaway
I've had a brilliant time, with my girl and our ventures
For years to come, till we're old with dentures

So I bid you farewell, and the best of luck
Enjoy this world around you, it's time to run amok.