Max the Husky has taken on one of Banjo Paterson’s greats “The Man from Ironbark” and made it his own. To explain Uramapark is the name of my property and the Kingdom of
“The Husky from Uramapark”.
The Husky from Uramapark
It was the Husky from Uramapark, that snake struck down,
He felt the burn of the venom, the bite from a dreaded crown.
He fought the pain here and there, til he was like to drop,
Until at last in sheer despair, he made the Vet his stop.
“Aye, I’ve had a wrestle with a snake and it’s left its mark,
Doc ya gotta fix this ailing Husky from Uramaprk.”
The Vet, the Husky’s foe, as Vets mostly were,
He wore a wicked grin and he held a thermometer.
He had been bit by the Husky and had a grudge you see,
He now had the chance to repay that bite from the Husky.
And when the Nurse arrived he whispered “Here’s a lark!
Just watch me shave the hind of the Husky from Uramapark.”
There were some trainee Vets that leaned against the wall,
Their eyes were wide, just waiting to watch the Husky fur fall.
To them the vet passed a wink, the Husky’s eyelids closed shut,
“I’ll pay this Husky for his bite, with a butcher’s job haircut.”
As the Vet got ready he made a rude remark,
“I heard a Jack Russell runs the roost at Uramapark.”
A growl was all the reply he got, delivered through a fangy grin
The Vet just laughed, and then he plugged the clippers in.
He raised the clippers high above his head, then he paused to gloat,
Then he started shaving deep and rough into the Husky’s coat.
The Husky, too late, but now aware of the Vets lark,
Bald as a baby, the butt of the Husky from Uramapark.
He fetched up a wild howl, that might wake the dead to hear,
and ready to seek revenge, for his freshly shaven rear.
He jumped to his paws and faced his Clipper Foe,
“You’ve shaved my hind! You cat! I’m bald! One hit before I go.
I only wish my first bite had done the damage of a shark,
But you’ll remember all your life the Husky from Uramapark.”
He lifted his hairy paw and with one tremendous clout,
He landed one on the Vets jaw and knocked the bastard out.
He set to work with fang and claw, he made the place a wreck.
He grabbed the nearest trainee vet and hung from his neck.
All the while his butt void of hair, it was totally stark,
and “MURDER , BLOODY, MURDER!” yelled the Husky from Uramapark.
The Ranger Man who heard the din came in to see the show,
He tried to run the Husky in, but he refused to go.
And when at last the Vet spoke and said “Was all in fun.”
Twas just a little Aussie Humour, a trifle overdone.”
“A Joke?” The Husky cried. “All good, but you don’t wear the mark.”
You’ve turned me away, to be known as the Hairless from Uramapark.
And now round the tractor tyres, the listening Hounds all gape,
As he tells the story over and over, and brags of his escape.
“These bloody Vets, well this Husky had enough,
One tried to shave me bald, but thankfully I’m tough.”
And whether he’s tail is believed or no, there’s one thing to remark,
That flowing fur is all the go way up at Uramapark.