I own up -
to growing up with Skippy!:
last line: Skippy, a friend ever troooooooo (with a rather more British than Oz 'oo')
I completely believed it all. We used to go away for mountain-bungalow holidays in the bushland and the wallabies and little roos DID come up very very close if you made no sudden movements to startle em. So why shouldn't I have belived it? What a nidjet I felt a couple of years later....
The envy of middle-aged woman everywhere
Who worry about the shape of their derrière
Because of her handsome young lover.
What's her attraction they sought to discover.
Was it her joi de vie, fame, free love
Or was it all of the above?
With her nice derrière
And her lover all bare
And self-interest to guide her delight,
Both the women and men
In their envy might sin
And condemn what they want as not right.
She loved creative men
And thought the only sin
Was to hamper laissez-faire
Much to the communists despair.
Her favorite symbol was the dollar sign
And she loved John Galt’s engine design.