When the sun
dropped o’er the mountain, the day got mighty cold
At the
Roundabout’s arena, we mixed it with the locals
While patiently we waited, for Bec to take the vocals
A well stocked
bar and a barbeque kept the spirit flowing
But for those who
started earlier their stamina was slowing
Some local bands
with local talent sang through the afternoon
While we belted
out the ones we knew, the sun became the moon
Then soon enough
out she came, the teeth and that blonde hair
Her songs filled
with compassion, with empathy and care
But balanced with
her slapstick, she enthralled us with her humour
Confirming that
new life choices were much more than a rumour
We sang along to
country, our voices filled with energy and vigor
Bec sang about
the Poster Girl, and her support of all our diggers
Then as quickly
as she took the stage, her set was over and she’d gone
The bar and
barbeque disappeared, and the crowd they had moved on
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