"The Drop Bear Waltz"

(Verse 1)

Come gather 'round, mates, I’ll spin you a tale,

Of beasts in the gum trees that make tourists pale,

They call 'em Drop Bears, big as a roo,

Sharp little fangs and they’re comin' for you!

(Chorus)

Oh, Drop Bears, Drop Bears, lurking above,

They’ll fall from the trees and steal all your love,

So slip on your helmet, don’t wander alone,

Or you’ll be a snack before you get home.

(Verse 2)

We tell 'em about bunyips and snakes down the bog,

And “watch out for Hoop Snakes!” that roll like a log,

We swear it’s legit, with a grin and a stare,

Then add a “true blue” for a genuine flair.

(Chorus)

Oh, Drop Bears, Drop Bears, they’ll claw up your hair,

We tell it so straight, it’s the tourist affair,

Keep wattle in pockets, they’re scared of the scent,

Or so the legend to backpackers went.

(Verse 3)

“See those black swans?” we ask with a grin,

“They’ll chase you right down, no point tryin’ to swim.”

And out in the bush, we got ya good friend,

With tales of the Yowie, it never does end.

(Bridge)

They call us a larrikin, jokers at heart,

But it’s Aussie tradition, a true classic art,

With wild tales and critters that don’t stand a chance,

We’ll keep spinnin’ yarns to make tourists dance.

(Chorus)

Oh, Drop Bears, Drop Bears, tales from the land,

It’s all in good fun, please understand,

We laugh as they duck from shadows above,

It’s just Aussie humor—a prank born of love!

(Outro)

So, mate, now you know, our trickster ways,

Where kangaroos hop and the koalas laze,

And Drop Bears await in a eucalyptus tree,

Just part of our Aussie mythology spree!