Don't go to New Guinea our friends all cried
We know someone who was raped, and ones that died
If the Rascals don't get you, the mountains will
By the time we'd left Sydney, we'd all had our fill

But when we got there, what did we find?
The people were mostly friendly, and kind
They waved and shouted as we went by
And the children's song bought a tear to our eye

With Boss Pella and Bob to look after us
The flying was done without too much fuss
They always helped us find the best route
And of course the weather was FINE and BEAUTI

Bronwyn Dove 

Boss Pella's my neighbour in Brisbane town
Respected far and wide
Come to New Guinea - if you don't you're a clown
To me it was suicide

Despite the wife's misgivings, 1 accepted the brief
Had malarial and diarrhoea advice from all quarters
I looked forward to meeting the Highland Chief
Of the village of Tari - far over the waters

The trip went just great, all, stops were a riot
Until this morning that is -
"We're overloaded... go on a diets
Or the leg will turn out a fizz

It wasn't the weight that caused us the fear
From FINE and BEAUT, the weather turned foul
I'll take you back to the pub with no beer
Boss Pella roared - We'll cancel the trip - close up the cowl.

Barrie Gainford
(with apologies)