Knack Pit Song

In a display of solidarity


Tenors and Baritones

Threw their voices to the wind



A dogfight concerto as

Notes weaved like spitfires

Between the stars



We would sit in the outback wasteland

Spuds warming among

The crackles of campfire



Beneath the winding gear,

The dregs of Christmas drink

Lay warm in our stomachs.