MICKEY'S WEE WEE TOUR (a poem by N O'Hara Murphy)
We have a little fluffy friend we call him Scooby Doo
travels with us everywhere does everything we do
Cause' he's a family member he's our bestest little mate
And this was his biggest wee wee tour we covered every state
It was Mickle's little wee wee tour it started off okay
Til we got to South Australia where we spent several happy days
THe place is really lovely old stone houses and the like
But oh' dear,the Big Four Caravan Parks, said" Mickey on your bike" !
You can't stay here with us they said, he's
We said" oh' my God, we never knew, as you do!
So off we went to Gawler town we camped there quite sublime
Mickle tried to fly, and catch the birds, he ran and jumped and played
It was ever so relaxing we stayed
for several days
Where our little mate could run about he had such a lovely time
We looked at all the churches old buildings all so grand
And Mickle did more wee wees all across the land
We saw a lovely wedding the
bride just looked divine
But Mickey did a whoopsee just at the crucial time
But no one seemed to notice they were focused on the bride
And Mickle was oblivious he was having such a time
He was first at every fence
post he was there at every gate
If he spotted something special well, he didn't hesitate
This wee wee tours been special and Mickles had a ball
In spite of Big Four Caravan parks,who won't let him in at all.
you travel round the place just keep a good lookout
A little patch a yellow stain that's what it's all about
And Mickles little wee wee tour has been a big success
He's done it all, he's had a ball, and you can guess the rest!