A Log Near the Labertouche Creek

I was hunting out bait for blackfish, to compliment yabbies and worms. With my tomahawk I sought a log, Rotted down now for my terms. It must be covered in moss; nearly soil in the heart, hidden amongst some ferns, and easy to chop apart - A log near the Labertouche Creek, is this fisherman’s true delight, for I can fill my bait bucket, while I’m waiting for a bite, And it doesn’t take very much effort, to find what I do seek, for mole crickets and scrub worms live in logs near the Labertouche Creek. I never knew what I would find, when I opened that rotten lair - could be centipedes or scorpions; white ants or a cockroach there. The big scrub worm is a delicacy and near good enough to eat, that is if I’m a big blackfish, swimming in Labertouche Creek A log near the Labertouche Creek, is this fisherman’s true delight, for I can fill my bait bucket, while I’m waiting for a bite, And it doesn’t take very much effort, to find what I do seek, for mole crickets and scrub worms live in logs near the Labertouche Creek. I think it was an old gum tree! I wonder if it could have been fire! How many years has it been here? Destroyed for a bait desire. A log near the Labertouche Creek, is this fisherman’s true delight, for mole crickets and scrub worms live in logs near the Labertouche Creek.