Excuse me for the double post
but:
Black Fellah to White Fellah
Dear white fellah,
There's a coupla tings you orta no.
Firstly
Wen I am born, I'm black.
Wen I grow up, I'm black.
Wen I get sick, I'm black.
Wen I'm cold, I'm black.
Wen I go out in the sun, I'm black.
And wen I get scared, I'm black.
And wen I die, yes, I'm still black.
But you white fellah ....
Wen you born, you pink.
Wen you grow up, you white.
Wen you get sick, you green
Wen you cold, you go blue.
Wen you go out in the sun, you go red.
And wen you get scared, you yellah.
And wen you die, you purple
And you call me coloured !!
A Pack of Cards
Four Drovers are sitting around a campfire discussing what they'd want; if they were lost in the outback and were only allowed one thing. The first says, "I couldn't do without my trusty old horse. She could probably lead me to a homestead from the back o' Bourke."
The second says, "You can have your horse but I'd want my swag. If your gonna be lost you may as well sleep warm at night."
The third says, "There's no question. I'd want my old Queensland Heeler 'Blue'. He's my best mate and if I was gonna die out there I'd want him beside me."
The last old bushie says, "Only one thing I'd need -- a pack of cards.
See, I'd start playing patience and before long some bastard would be looking over my shoulder saying "Red Jack on Black Queen."