This is your wallaby on drugs. Any questions?
Posted on 06/25/2009 9:07:25 AM PDT by Cinnamon Girl
Wallabies are getting high on opium from poppy fields and flattening crops, an Australian official has said.
The marsupials have been snacking on poppies growing in fields in Tasmania, the world's largest producer of legally-grown optium for medicines.
Afterwards, they hop round in circles before crashing on top of the crops and trampling them to the ground.
State attorney general Lara Giddings told a parliamentary hearing: "We have a problem with wallabies entering poppy fields, getting as high as a kite and going around in circles.
"Then they crash. We see crop circles in the poppy industry from wallabies that are high."
Other animals, including deer and sheep, have also been seen "acting weird" after eating the poppy plants, according to an opium industry spokesman.
"There have been many stories about sheep that have eaten some of the poppies after harvesting and they all walk around in circles," Rick Rockliff said.
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This is your wallaby on drugs. Any questions?
Wallaby damned!
It might be entertaining to hear this guy’s theory on Global Warming.
Tie them to a pole for the most elegant circles.
We should send some drug warriors over there to arrest the wallabies and shoot their dogs.
This sounds like a great potential energy source to me.
There's an old Australian stockman, lying, dying,
And he gets himself up on one elbow,
And he turns to his mates,
Who are gathered 'round him and he says:
Watch me wallabys feed mate.
Watch me wallabys feed.
They're a dangerous breed mate.
So watch me wallabys feed.
Altogether now!
Tie me kangaroo down sport,
Tie me kangaroo down.
Tie me kangaroo down sport,
Tie me kangaroo down.
Keep me cockatoo cool, Curl,
Keep me cockatoo cool.
Don't go acting the fool, Curl,
Just keep me cockatoo cool.
Take me koala back, Jack,
Take me koala back.
He lives somewhere out on the track, Mac,
So take me koala back.
Let me Abos go loose, Bruce,
Let me Abos go loose.
They're of no further use, Bruce,
So let me Abos go loose.
Mind me platypus duck, Bill,
Mind me platypus duck.
Don't let him go running amok, Bill,
Mind me platypus duck.
Play your digeridoo, Blue,
Play your digeridoo.
Keep playing 'til I shoot thro' Blue,
Play your digerydoo.
Tan me hide when I'm dead, Fred,
Tan me hide when I'm dead.
So we tanned his hide when he died Clyde,
And that's it hanging on the shed.
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Words and music by Rolf Harris
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