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Digger Jones was a prospector,
And he had been all his life.
He had worked hard and hed struggled,
To support his kids and wife.

At Lightning Ridge hed dug for opals,
Panned for gold at Sovereign Hill,
Hed fossicked in the blazing sun,
Worked at it with a will.

Then one day outside Kalgoolie,
As he choked upon the dust,
He found what he had dreamed about,
As he'd struggled for a crust.

The nugget that his shovel struck,
Made him wobbly in the legs:
It was the size, he clearly saw,
Of seven emu eggs!

He couldn't quite believe his luck!
Like a jackpot Lotto win!
The message of the nugget was:
Now your ship's come in!

As they weighed and assayed it,
And people slapped his back,
Digger planned to switch his life
On to a brand new track.

He planned to make investments,
As he said goodbye to cares.
He planned to find security,
In lots of stocks and shares.

And then he planned on leisure,
Lots of loafing in the sun,
Round a million dollar mansion
Lots of lazy sorts of fun!

Come on!  Drink up! said Digger,
Have a beer, or wine, or sherry,
 My philosophy, said Digger, is
 Eat and drink and just be merry!

But God said this to Digger:
You're a boofhead!  Drongo!  Dill!
 Don't you realise death's coming?
 You had better make a will!

On a leisured life of luxury,
Digger's plans were pinned,
But Digger's life was snuffed out
Like a candle in the wind.

Weep for Digger's faded plan -
The fall of it!  The gall of it!
How much did Digger leave behind?
All of of itall of it!
(Luke 12:16-21)