[bingoboy]

Australians face steep food prices rises unless irrigators in the lush Murray-Darling food growing region receive above average rains in the next few weeks. The nation may be forced to import basic foods if rains don't come soon, Prime Minister John Howard has warned.

[naturalman1975]

AUSTRALIA may be forced to import basic foods if rains don't come soon, Prime Minister John Howard has warned

"We'll all be rooned," said Hanrahan
In accents most forlorn
Outside the church, ere Mass began
One frosty Sunday morn

The congregation stood about
Coat-collars to the ears
And talked of stock, and crops, and drought
As it had done for years

"It's looking crook," said Daniel Croke
"Bedad, it's cruke, me lad,
For never since the banks went broke
Has seasons been so bad."

"It's dry, all right," said young O'Neil
With which astute remark
He squatted down upon his heel
And chewed a piece of bark

And so around the chorus ran
"It's keepin' dry, no doubt."
"We'll all be rooned," said Hanrahan
"Before the year is out."

"The crops are done; ye'll have your work
To save one bag of grain
From here way out to Back-o'-Bourke
They're singin' out for rain.

"They're singin' out for rain," he said
"And all the tanks are dry."
The congregation scratched its head
And gazed around the sky

"There won't be grass, in any case
Enough to feed an ass
There's not a blade on Casey's place
As I came down to Mass."

"If rain don't come this month," said Dan
And cleared his throat to speak -
"We'll all be rooned," said Hanrahan
"If rain don't come this week."

A heavy silence seemed to steal
On all at this remark
And each man squatted on his heel
And chewed a piece of bark

"We want an inch of rain, we do,"
O'Neil observed at last
But Croke "maintained" we wanted two
To put the danger past

"If we don't get three inches, man
Or four to break this drought
We'll all be rooned," said Hanrahan
"Before the year is out."

In God's good time down came the rain
And all the afternoon
On iron roof and window-pane
It drummed a homely tune

And through the night it pattered still
And lightsome, gladsome elves
On dripping spout and window-sill
Kept talking to themselves

It pelted, pelted all day long
A-singing at its work
Till every heart took up the song
Way out to Back-o'-Bourke

And every creek a banker ran
And dams filled overtop
"We'll all be rooned," said Hanrahan
"If this rain doesn't stop."

And stop it did, in God's good time
And spring came in to fold
A mantle o'er the hills sublime
Of green and pink and gold

And days went by on dancing feet
With harvest-hopes immense
And laughing eyes beheld the wheat
Nid-nodding o'er the fence

And, oh, the smiles on every face
As happy lad and lass
Through grass knee-deep on Casey's place
Went riding down to Mass

While round the church in clothes genteel
Discoursed the men of mark
And each man squatted on his heel
And chewed his piece of bark

"There'll be bush-fires for sure, me man
There will, without a doubt
We'll all be rooned," said Hanrahan
"Before the year is out."

[StormEye]

Nuclear power + desalinization plants = fresh water.