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The Desert's Not A Nice Place

THE DESERT’S NOT A NICE PLACE. The desert’s not a nice place, the police have had enough, He’s sick and tired of people who think that they are tough. They sit at home in armchairs and wonder what to do, To get their name in papers, by breaking records new. The policemen says they’re idiots, they go off unprepared, Not knowing what the hazards are, awaiting way out there. Across the Simpson Desert, you cannot take it light, Because someone has to find you if you don’t get it right. No, the Desert’s not a nice place unless you know the ropes, We have the Simpson and the Gibson, you can’t treat them as jokes. They’re very dry and arid, no water to be found, So go prepared when you leave home, be sure you know your ground. The sand dunes and the dust storms all help to get you lost, REMEMBER someone has to go no matter what it cost It’s not only your life at risk, so try and use some sense. And please try not to make mistakes and treat it with respect. There is no room for error, so check your compass now, And check out all the water, your footwear and your chow. Across the Simpson Desert, no matter what it cost, It’s not a very nice place when life and limb are lost. The heat is so exhausting, the sun is bearing down, Unless you have good footwear you cannot stand on the ground. So just sit down and think awhile what you would like to do, And spare a thought for other folk who have to look for you. Out in the Simpson Desert, there isn’t any shade, So stay at home and dream awhile, where you have got it made. Because the Desert’s not a nice place, SO PLEASE TAKE THE ADVICE Of Australias outback policemen, THEY KNOW THE DESERT ISN’T NICE. Written by T.Claydon.   C

Copyright © May 2000 Thelma Mary Claydon

Additional Notes:
This is for all the Robert Boedekies that are out there looking at maps right now. I'm sure his name is splelt wrong but all you American folk will know who I mean but none could be any more pleased than me when he was found alive out here


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