I met a man in Hobart Town
Who danced for me,
He jumped so high.

Funny clothes
and long black hair,
He climbed the sky.

Climbed the sky
Jumped so high,
and then he’d dance.

Round and round
and up and down
for all to see
for you and me.

And then they nailed him down
forced on a crown of thorns,
teared his eyes,
he said goodbyes,
then he died.
Philip Lowe