Blue Thunder (A Modern Bluey Brink)

There once was a trendy who scorned worldly wealth
And devoted his life to a search for good health,
He spent all his money at his local health store
Took potions in gallons and pills by the score

But sad to relate every time that it rained
His house it was flooded from roots in the drains
To cure it the landlord gave him a pill
To flush down his dunny, them tree roots to kill

Next morning he followed his usual routine
By swallowing tablets in number thirteen
But somehow or other one extra crept in
It was big, it was blue, it was bitter as sin

This pill was so big that it stuck in his throat
It made him to splutter and it made him to choke
But he swallowed it down like he knew that he should
If it tasted that vile, well it had to be good

Now soon he was stricken with aches and with pains
As the pill started working to clear out his drains
He was stuck on the dunny for a night and a day
Weighed fifteen pounds less when he staggered away

Well it made him feel weak but it made him feel pure
So he told all his friends of his miracle cure
They asked him the secret but he wouldn’t tell
After buying for years he had something to sell

And now he is running his own health food shop
Selling soya bean sausage and Gaylord’s green glop
And his own extra-specialty, cure for all ills
They’re bio-dynamical Blue Thunder Pills