Hier ein Gedicht von unserem genialen Tourguide.
Nur zur Info: Dingos haben im letzten Jahrhundert das ein oder andere Baby gefressen, da Touristen die Tiere anfuettern und dadurch aggressiv und abhaengig machen. Auf Fraser leben 200 Tiere, von daher gibt es dort viele Warnschilder. Um dies einer uninteressierten Schulklasse naeherzubringen hat unser Guide diese Zeilen zu einem rap von Eminem geschrieben:

Dingo Dream

You're walkin' throung the forest and it's hot and wild
You decide to take a rest and have a sleep for a while
You lay down your head and you start to dream
And you open up your face to a whole new scene
Ya' got four feet, ya' got a gaping mouth
Ya' covered in hair from north to south

Cos' you're a Dingo

Ya' lyin' in the sun and it's really hot
Down comes a bird to ya' sleepin' spot
He's starts to sing and doesn't watch where he's walkin'
He's pickin'at worms skwarkin' and squorkin'
His feathered brain is an empty cup
He walks past ya mouth and you eat him up

Cos' you're a Dingo

Ya' belly's full so you go for a walk
Ya' smell some tourists and you hear them talk
Ya' walking through the trees to their picnic spot
And ya' step right out and ya' surprise the lot!
They yell and scream, their cameras are rude
So while they photograph you, ya' steal their food

Cos' you're a Dingo

Ya' squat right down and begin to bog
The dopey tourists think you're a dog
Their kids walk up and they want to play
And ya' know the rules so ya' walk away
They keep takin' pictures but ya' sick of it
So when one comes close ya' bite the twit

Cos' you're a Dingo

They leave their baby alone in a tent
It's real fresh meat and ya' catch the scent
Ya' bide your time and ya' wait til night
Ya' sneak through the tent in the fading light
Ya' grab the baby and ya'drag it out
And ya share it with ya' mate cos' it's your shout

Your a dingo

The tourists take a walk in the park
They leave in the morning and return at dark
But you're a dingo, ya' sleep through the day
Ya' see the tourists' tents, ya' need a place to stay
Ya' bite a hole through the tent and ya' let ya'self in
Ya' find a sleeping bag and ya' tuck right in

Cos' you're a Dingo

The tourists come back but you're long gone
You've got a loaf of bread and a rubber thong
Ya' share the bread with a dingo girl
And she stays the night cos' it's a dingos world
The next day the sun comes up
Three months later, she has pups

Cos' she's a Dingo

And ya' wake from sleep and ya' dingo dream
There's a pain in ya' foot and ya' let out a scream
There's a dingo pup chewin' on ya' boots
But ya' feet are still in them, not so cute
That's not so bad but the real crunch
is that ya' backpack is gone and so's ya' lunch

Cos they're Dingo's

What I'm trying to say is the word on the street
Is that Dingo's don't care what they eat
Tents and shoes, babies and birds
And tourists too if they act like nerds
If ya' see their teeth they won't be smilin'
If they can the'll eat ya' on Fraser Island

Cos they're Dingo's