A Grand Reprise

I’m going to see the Grandis,
it’s seventy metres tall.
I’m going to see the Grandis—
but I’m stuck in urban sprawl.

I’m going to see the Grandis.
It’s seventy metres tall.
I’m going to see the Grandis …
but no-one will come, at all.

I’m going to see the Grandis;
it’s seventy metres tall.
I’m going to see the Grandis—
but I hope it doesn’t fall.

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We drove to see the Grandis,
along the crunchy trail.
We drove to see the Grandis,
and picnic on cheese and ale.

We drove to see the Grandis,
the car was at a crawl …
The kids in the back were being slack,
and I was set to bawl.

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But I got to see the Grandis.
It was seventy-six metres tall.
I got to see the Grandis,
and I had an absolute ball.

I fell in love with the Grandis.
All seventy-six metres tall.
I fell in love with the Grandis,
this tree who’s like a wall.

I finally saw the Grandis,
there in her forest hall,
I finally saw the Grandis,
I want to go back, and all.

I’ve been obsessed with the Grandis:
she’s had me in her thrall.
I’m still obsessed with the Grandis,
and I hope she never falls.

https://www.nationalparks.nsw.gov.au/things-to-do/picnic-areas/grandis-picnic-area