I will tell a story true,
And you may need a little salt to get it down
A coastal town improvement
They transported to the coast
Transplanted it within their civic pack.
with tough old twisted branches,
And skies where stock had rubbed
and soon it started blooming
lay dormant on the ground
Oh, the coastal trees and
And soon its leaves and branches
As it happened in this town
by the hardships of a drought
And one day as he was strolling
He saw that tree and gave a joyful shout
So he went there every day
And somehow that old tree
For it started blooming once again,
The seeds that fell at once
But the man was out of place,
He was old and knew no other way of life
And his health was failing
through the smog pollution
And the knowledge of his hard
So the bushman died beneath
And it's strange to say within a week or
by some relatives in kindness
the people thought they did their best
But where ringers boiled their quarts
And tied their bridal reins upon its limbs
There were bush -bikes leaned against it
And at night time there were parties
with their stubbies and their cans
who were taken from their home
And the moral of it is that very often,
It's well -intended kindness that can kill.
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