CENSUS
2001
If you can spare
the time, folk, please
direct a
Kindly thought
to your Census Form Collector,
He
or she is only trying
to do their job - - Okay?
No need
to treat them with suspicion,
It's not
the Spanish Inquisition,
No-one's
intending to harass you or
intrude in any way.
When the
call went out for applicants,
Bright-eyed
hopefuls saw the chance
To
earn themselves a dollar doing
something quite worthwhile,
"If only
we had known - - "
In hindsight
some now groan,
Although,
and to their credit, most
still smile.
So how
about tying up old Rover,
You may
think his best days over
-
Well,
he growled and threatened mayhem
when the forms were
brought
around,
It was
feared tomorrow's local rag
Would report
"SHREDDED YELLOW BAG!
But
no trace of a Collector
to be found!"
Gate chains
only a Houdini could unravel,
Muddy tracks
that needed gravel,
Potholes
so enormous that we nearly
lost the car!
Driveways
never ending,
Through hills
and gullies wending,
And
we still dont know who
lives there "and we don't
know
where
he are" !
However, there
were compensations ,
Lots of
lovely conversations
With
friendly people where we could
have stayed and talked for
hours,
Spring was
in the air,
There were
new lambs everywhere,
And
hillsides strewn with golden
wattle flowers.
No need
for fuss or fluster,
Just imagine
its a muster,
A
head count of Australians -
When that yellow bag appears,
Fill in
that form and don't forget
It helps
see future needs are met
And
Census Time won't come again
at least for five more
years!
Thank
goodness !
(
Collector's wife .. i.e. Grand
Chief Gate Opener! )
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