ME LITTLE MATE KAI, FARLEY THAT IS.
Santa Rudd, oh Santa Rudd you promised me a bike.
All your sent me was baby so Tuggarawong I must hike.
You had the gall to tell us you will keep your wishes true. All I got was this little thing all in baby blue.
I haven’t seen me present yet you couldn’t manage that, you delivered him to Gosford miles from where I’m at.
One thing that I can tell you, oh Santa Rudd Mister Sir, I guess that’s your idea of politics, it’s on the positive that you err.
But I’ve heard him on the telephone his MUM’s been put to test, BELINDA YOU’RE A CHAMP, his present is you breast.
Little ZACK, HIS BROTHER, Michael and Oh, his daddy DAVID too, THANK you MR. RUDD and I almost forgot BELINDA, THE LITTLE MOTHER, She’s the one, wishes do come true.
DONT NEED TO TELL YOU, THE YARN IS NEPOTIC, THE STORY IS FOR MUM'S ALLOVER.
Somehow, my agenda is not clear, but, if you can relate to a boy growing up in THE BUSH and THE CITY, vocations and interests, the many schools, my family, then we are getting close to a simple story. John Farley thinks he has an autobiography that many people will recognise, were you a new person at school, times 12?, were you a milkman, a volunteer. Have you lived on Sheep Stations, been a paperboy in Woolloomooloo.
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