There's a lot of funny people in the town of Deloraine,
Who live in harmony from day to day.
If there's not a lot of contact
Among the sundry groups,
It's probably 'cause they've learnt to stay away.
First, there are the farmers, nobility of the land
Who feel their occupation gives them class.
They're quick to point the finger
At the hippies and their ilk,
And say they need to get up off their arse.
The hippies, to their credit, tread lightly on the earth,
And spend their lives on pastimes chaste and pure.
They value peace and brotherhood
And send their words of hope
Convinced the age-old wisdom will endure.
The movers and the shakers are Rotary and Lions
Self-satisfied and sure they've done their bit
To make this little country town
In Tassie's northern parts
Renowned across the globe - and quite a hit.
Artists and musicians find comfort in this place
The 'vibe' encourages cre-a-tiv-i-ty.
You see them in the Main Street
With clothes that need a wash
And beards that cover nearly all their face.
The tourists migrate here in summer months
They come and then they vanish just as quick.
I wonder if they understand
How special is this town,
Or is it just another box to tick.
Rich blow-ins are the latest group to come
They've sold their house and come here, all cashed-up
They think they'll share their knowledge
Of how things should be done
And wonder why the locals say, "Shut up!"
Much can be said about this unique town
And it may not be each person's cup of tea
But there's something in the water
Which makes it stand alone
And I'm pleased to emphasise it's right for me.
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