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The sun was hot already - it was only 8 o'clock

 

The cocky took off in his Ute, to go and check his stock.

 

He drove around the paddocks checking wethers, ewes and lambs,

 

The float valves in the water troughs, the windmills on the dams.

 

He stopped and turned a windmill on to fill a water tank

 

And saw a ewe down in the dam, a few yards from the bank.

 

'Typical bloody sheep,' he thought, 'they've got no common sense,

 

'They won't go through a gateway but they'll jump a bloody fence.'

 

The ewe was stuck down in the mud, he knew without a doubt

 

She'd stay there 'til she carked it if he didn't get her out.

 

But when he reached the water's edge, the startled ewe broke free

 

And in her haste to get away, began a swimming spree.

 

He reckoned once her fleece was wet, the weight would drag her down

 

If he didn't rescue her, the stupid sod would drown.

 

Her style was unimpressive, her survival chances slim

 

He saw no other option, he would have to take a swim.

 

He peeled his shirt and singlet off, his trousers, boots and socks

 

And as he couldn't stand wet clothes, he also shed his jocks.

 

He jumped into the water and away that cocky swam

 

He caught up with her, somewhere near the middle of the dam

 

The ewe was quite evasive, she kept giving him the slip

 

He tried to grab her sodden fleece but couldn't get a grip.

 

At last he got her to the bank and stopped to catch his breath

 

She showed him little gratitude for saving her from death.

 

She took off like a Bondi tram around the other side

 

He swore next time he caught that ewe he'd hang her bloody hide.

 

Then round and round the dam they ran, although he felt quite puffed

 

He still thought he could run her down, she must be nearly stuffed.

 

The local stock rep came along to pay a call that day.

 

He knew this bloke was on his own, his wife had gone away.

 

He didn't really think he'd get fresh scones for morning tea

 

But nor was he prepared for what he was about to see.

 

He rubbed his eyes in disbelief at what came into view

 

For running down the catchment came this frantic-looking ewe.

 

And on her heels in hot pursuit and wearing not a stitch

 

The farmer yelling wildly 'Come back here, you lousy b*tch!'

 

The stock rep didn't hang around, he took off in his car

 

The cocky's reputation has been damaged near and far

 

So bear in mind the Work Safe rule when next you check your flocks

 

Spot the hazard, Assess the risk, and always wear your Jocks!

 

 

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