He's a teacher and a preacher
and a good-looking creature.
I refer (did you gather?)
to the man who shuns lather
and who won't use a blade,
though he'll call you a spade
if he catches you, man!
(Which the old geezer can) !

I've observed as man ages,
when he stops getting wages,
he will talk and carouse
like the quiet bloke's spouse.

So, it's normal they would
(though it's doubtful they should)
tell a digger 'get dressed',
in a suit, tie and vest,
bring his medals and beard,
have his frontal lobes geared
and spread wisdom to folks
and a few hefty jokes.

Well, you see he's been there
and he's done his fair share
so that bludgers and hoons
do not live in old ruins,
that our land remains free
so if someone asks me,
I would say 'take a minute,
then salute. He was in it! '

Herbert Nehrlich

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