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Anzac Biscuits (Inspired by the Book 'Anzac Biscuits' By Phil Cummings, Scholastic)

So can you hear me darling girls,
Above the cannons roar.
And if you could,
I know you would, deliver me from this war.

The sky above is broken,
The stars are hard and cold.
The shells are screaming overhead,
I'm crouching in a hole.
I've seen tremendous courage,
I've seen grown men crying tears.

And the terrifying prospect is this war could last for years
The rain cuts, like a crosscut saw,
And wind cuts, like a knife.

I miss my darling daughter,
And I miss my darling wife.

So make me me ANZAC biscuits,
Make them sweet and gold.
And bake them in our oven over glowing redgum coals,
And let them cool, wrap them tight,
And put them in a tin.
They'll find me in a trench somewhere,
But God alone knows when.

The pink Australian light of evening faded from the land.
The soldier's darling wife took their daughter by the hand.
'We'll make Dad ANZAC biscuits, he likes them sweet and strong.'
It's been almost a year since our courageous soldier's gone.
We'll wrap them up, with all our love, send them with a prayer,
That they'll find him safe and sound, somewhere over there

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So they made him ANZAC biscuits,
And they made them sweet and gold.
And they baked them in their oven, over glowing redgum coals.
And they let them call,
And they wrapped them tight, and sent them with a prayer.
And they found him living in a trench, somewhere over there.

And the rolled oats felt like snowflakes fell 10 000 miles away,
And pots and pans were rattling like machine guns on the plain.
And the butter felt like gun grease,
And the treacle stuck like mud.
And like a battle, smoke and fire, baked the coconut.

The sky above is broken,
And the stars are hard and cold,
The shells are screaming overhead,
I'm crouching in a hole.
I've seen tremendous courage,
I've seen grown men cry in shame.
And the terrifying prospect is I'll never be the same,
The rain cuts like a crosscut saw,
The wind cuts like a knife.

I miss my darling daughter,
And I miss my darling wife

I miss my darling daughter,
And I miss my darling wife.

I miss my darling daughter,
And I miss my darling wife.