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Some mongrel at South Beach
took my mongrel’s favourite stick
It was some thieving kelpie mix
some tick infested slick trick

It took our stick as some free kick
and off it scampered double quick
It was a good stick, not too flimsy
not too thick, it makes me sick

I tried to get it back but whenever I got near our prize
That hairy bandit kicked sand into my eyes
I chased him over sandcastles, I chased him through moats
I chased him on past the sailing club boats

I chased him up Douro, through Peaches, past Zinongo
up Carrington, down High, and past Abhi’s Bread
we circled, we paused, it was like the fandango
When suddenly he crouched and leapt over my head
four paw landed on a bus tram and off he sped

That mutt must be on some good kind of wicket
I know for a fact that he didn’t have a ticket
Now our dog is sad and I’m just mad
That stick, it just made us glad

It left no splinters in his gums
It flew far when it was flung
Every ball and baton, it did outmantle
It was the best stick in all Fremantle 

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