Quack

Frank and Hugh looked over at the small ball of dust

Blowing behind a wagon ambling along

With its owner singing a very strange song

Even Sue looked up and stopped digging the ground

When she heard that painful cacophonised sound....

"Oh .... there's money to be made,

when there's people to be saved...

A bottle of my juice,

It has a lot of uses.....

Singing Howdy partner, what you say?

You're not looking good today"

I will make you right and well

With marvellous elixirel"

The wagon painted red and yellow

Rumbouldie's marvellous remedicious miraculous cures

Ridden by a rotund fella

Long black beard and twirled moustache

Bent top hat, he sung and puffed

Frank professed,

It would be a miracle cure if he lost his voice

Sue rebuked him, 'that's his choice'

(Their fingers in their ears, while Frank frowned)

Rumbouldie headed on his way

toward the town

Later

Gentle creak of mill sails

Turning under starlight

Sue watches

Frank divining

Hands on her hips

As diving rod dips

'Sue, I can tell

This is where we dig the well'

They take a little walk