Where are you now when the leaves are gone
I wonder how you chased me down up that old gum tree
when your nose was broke and you couldn't see...
You jumped and howled like a flea bit hound
But I got away when you sat too long on that fire ant mound.
Oh Brown Dog
Shake 'em off
Rub your tail on the old dead gum
Go back home
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