Every year brings about the same the old debate
but either crispy or chewy, she’ll be right mate
For love of a small brown biscuit, it can be hard to explain
to those who have not golden syrup running through their veins
A bronzed bonzer Anzac, born from days of old
written down forever in the pages of the good old green and gold
For eating round a campfire or while out on retreat
for smoko with Billy tea or a lunch box treat
To the diggers we remain true blue and dedicated
flour, oats and coconut, not shredded but desiccated
Leave room for spreading the Aussie pride far and wide
lest we forget, twenty minutes into a cool oven, slide
Keep your foreign delights, petit fours and macaroons
all Anzacs need is a bowl and a wooden spoon
A bloody beaut of a biscuit, one that is humble and plain
that’s why we love them and long may they so remain!
Hazel Girolamo lives in Ulverstone with her family. and has lately become the personal servant to a German wirehaired pointer who has infiltrated every aspect of life. Hazel prefers to look and write about the lighter side of life.
