In Missabotti (Where they get no smog)

 This may have been entered in the your town your song competition. If it wasn't then I was inspired by the gig.

IN MISSABOTTI (WHERE THEY GET NO SMOG)


The bridge collapsed when the rain was falling

And the good news was that nobody was hurt

I need to tell you about some strange things

That have been happening around this dirt

A tractor driver told me about his party

He invited all the skeptics they came along

They couldn't be converted so they

Raised their glasses and sang this song

They we're in Missabotti

By the hills that are so pretty

Surrounded by ghostly fog

In Missabotti where they get no smog


When the sun shines on the empty paddock

It's the most perfect place for a picnic

The Bee gets a whiff to invite a queen

Suddenly it becomes a kingdom of magic

Clouds appear in the Northern sky

And a face turns up out of nowhere

Every body's jolly including the shepherds

And they have all got long hair

They we're in Missabotti

By the hills that are so pretty

Surrounded by ghostly fog

In Missabotti where they get no smog



©Ron Beswick 2404/2011




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