I'm a Carefree Cretin,

Which isn't hard to be.

What e'er I do, you can be sure,

Involves a Search Party.

I'll wander off into the Bush,

Entirely unprepared;

Causing fuss, and much expense.

What? Do you think I'm scared?

I'll go too near edge of a Cliff,

Fall, and break some bones.

It's better that than stuck at home,

With slackers, slobs, and drones.

Or, I'll go off a'Swimming,

Where current's deep and strong.

After I am rescued,

I'll gaily wave, "So long!"

I love to go Sea Sailing,

In leaky, home-made, craft.

At much expense I'm rescued.

Looking back, I laughed.

Or, I will go Car Racing,

And, if crash into a tree;

It's nice to know the Hospital,

Will patch up mates and me.

I'll try and beat the stupid Train,

Put foot down to the floor;

And dodge between the Boom Gates,

Have done it oft before.

Whatever you can think of,

I'll do it to Excess;

Such as Bingeing at a Party,

Bequeathing you, the Mess.

'Cos I'm a Dinkum Drongo,

Like Life of Thrills'n Spills.

Better Death by Misadventure,

Than Living on, with Dills.