CAIRNS!...KURANDA!....ABOARD!.

Our old life style
Sticks out by a mile.
Best pull it down,
Railroad it out of town,
Go sell it on the mountain,
Freight train the past up there,
It might have a future somewhere,
But not in the Style City.

Yes, it was a pity.
Yes it's all aboard my oldies
Farewell to the city of sun
Goodbye to the poets and pirates
We've got the past on the run.

Come old hotel with veranda
It's all aboard for Kuranda
Where our theme is the dream
Of what might have been.

by Victor Barker