The Ballad of Steve Irwin

(Or, Say Hi to Ray and His Close Friend Barb)

If you’re gonna go swimmin’ with the fishes,
The fishes in the deep blue sea,
Be sure to keep your flippers off the stingrays,
Or sleepin’ with the fishes you will be.

We watched with dreadful trepidation,
Not believing what we thought we saw,
The time you held your little baby out
O’er that crocodile’s gaping maw.

Oh farewell, Steve Irwin, wrestler of crocs,
You were our bonnie nature boy,
The best of all the jocks.

You held the deadly snake before the camera,
When opening his mouth about to strike, he
Wriggled as you leapt and dodged his fangs,
And you spun around and shouted, “Crikey!”

Oh farewell, Steve Irwin, wrestler of crocs,
You were our bonnie nature boy,
The best of all the jocks.

But then the day arrived that you were destined,
Destined to approach the lurking ray,
And in a flash his barb had pierced you,
And you died, Dear Steve, you died,
G’day.