Dunny = Toilet, Lavatory
Redback = poisonous spider
Straight-througher = deep hole
Poor old Gran’Dad’s passed away, cut off in his prime,
He never had a day off crook – gone before his time,
We found him in the dunny, collapsed there on the seat,
A startled look upon his face, his trousers around his feet.
The doctor said his heart was good – fit as any trout,
The Constable had ta have his say, ‘foul play’ was not ruled out.
There were theories at the inquest of snakebite with no trace,
Of redbacks quietly creeping and death from outer space!
No-one had a clue at all, the Judge was in some doubt,
When Dad was called to have his say as to how it came about,
‘I reckon I can clear it up,’ said Dad with trembling breath,
‘You see it’s quite a story – but it could explain his death!’
‘This ‘ere ‘exploration mob’ had been lookin’ at our soil,
And they reckoned that our farm was just the place for oil,
So they came and put a bore down and said they’d make some trials,
They drilled a hole as deep as hell, they said about three miles!
Well, they never found a trace of oil and off they went, post haste,
And I couldn’t see a straight-throughér like that go to flamin’ waste,
So I moved the dunny over it – real smart move I thought,
I’d never have to dig again – and never be ‘caught short’.
The day I moved the dunny, it looked a proper sight,
But I didn’t dream poor Gran’Dad would pass away that night!
Now I reckon what has happened – poor Gran’Dad didn’t know
The dunny was re-located, when that night he had to go.
And you’ll probably be wondering how poor Gran’Dad did his dash?
Well, he always used to hold his breath……..
Until he heard the splash!!