There once was a girl called Heather
Who cursed this terrible weather.
Now the rain is around,
The flood gauges drowned,
Her husband has packed up his gear and left 'er.
He has gone to the Wollondilly,
Complete with his tent and billy.
In search of big drops,
He's left her with the shop,
And now she's cursing him silly.
The End
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