Written by Joyce Cheshire
I, the fair weed of stature, grow strong and healthy
in the lands down under.
The Ausies don't think me fair dinkum
They want me gone from their fields of plenty.
The Foreigners come in their droves to prize
me from the soil, but I will reap revenge
making their skin boil and pop
in the hope that they might stop.
I am weed. I will survive, I am devious.
I know how to thrive.