We also have a Mo Tor Mechanic, not so apt to panic
Who turns to the Quija board, when things get frantic
While deep down he's really suave, a hopeless romantic
Who believes Linda, did really go down on the Titanic

Sir Gerhard with his big lance, is known to do a dance
Whenever his selections decide, to only trot and prance
In a big race of importance, it's hard to pick a chance
No bromance, especially if horse and jockeys from France

Enter the stable a foreigner, by the name of one Joe Buck
Must own an offshore bank, as he collects moola in a truck
If he lived out here, he'd be called a chicken, and plucked
Still, he's a worthy member of the stable with a lot of luck

G'day to old Quassie, known as a drunk, and a typical Aussie
Arrested years ago, running around Bondi without his cossie
These days, can be found on the back randah swatting mossies
Related to Crocodile Dundee, so it's said, but really was he!

Where's Poohbah, he's probably propping up bars, with Foobah
His favourite past time, sitting in the shade of a Coolabah
Wins plenty when he backs Godolphin, and takes in the moolah
Will punt on anything, from Flemington to outback of Coolah

My friend Lazza Valenti, who regularly backs winners plenty
From plains in need of rain, to far distance tracks of Wenty
Proud of his race. and a deep love of the place, so aplenty
Where, only man takes what he needs, and then reseeds gently

Macwollie Lodge, a man they seem to dodge, for accomodation
They say there's no curse, that could be worse in creation
Maybe, that's why he likes to jump trains, at the station
Oh! Bloody cow, I am in for it now, will cop a violation

The Poet, well would'nt you know, planted corn all in a row
It's said I am accused, of gnomes being abused, what a blow
My nursery "Getting Rooted", won't ever be booted, as I know
This planet of earth, is full of worth, long as river's flow

Ps. A good read also. Huss