There was a young lass from Yass,
Sweet and Innocent , yet so full of sass,
Her dad and her Uncle,
Had trucks by the trunkful,
Does she love 'em, too? Bet your ass!
To a farmhouse by the Yass River,
A Tilt Tray would often deliver,
Old trucks full of rust,
"A Ford cab 12? Yes I must!",
while kathy sighs, and gives a small shiver.
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