Corrowa and Didgenbee stood beneath the Bunya tree
Grandma Weeiji shouts to the boys, you flee
Big nut fall on you, dead you will be
Bunya nuts size of coconuts delicious, good for me


Many tribes across the lands meeting to hold hands
Just like a corrobboree, dancing on sacred lands
Toast the Bunya nuts for a big tucker feed
Men and women, children too, picnic on Bunya seed

Corrowa and Didgenbee dance with glee
Grandma Weeiji claps her hands for all to see
She is Elder of the tribe, age has left it's mark
After picnic, old lady revered, snoring in the dark