A Smugglers Life
A quintain poem about wildlife smuggling
Loaded birds on the border,
Smuggled across the sea,
it's a way of life,
it's not very nice,
a smuggler's life.
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Stuffed the birds inside the pipe,
sealed up their beaks for a night,
don't care if they are alright,
it's not very nice,
a smuggler's life.
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Australia to Asia,
that's the common route,
caught in a trap,
out in the Outback,
a smuggler's life.
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Stuff that lizard inside that sock,
watch out those little buggers really bite,
hundred more inside my case,
get them ready they leave tonight,
a smuggler's life.
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Thousands die, only a few survive,
the trip over the seas,
but the market is good,
so, they continue to try,
a smuggler's life.
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[Author's note: These words were originally the lyrics to a song I wrote 45 years ago for a ban I played in. Sadly, little has changed. Thousands of Australian species are still illegally traded internationally each year.]
Till next time,
Calvin
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Calvin London
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