Like miniature sherman tanks,
They storm across the plain,
Eating our little native fauna,
Nothing of beauty will remain.

On winters nights off they go,
And head inland fifteen miles,
Closer to our wildlife parks,
Does’nt bring a lot of smiles.

Do Australians really understand,
The havoc cane toads wreak,
As our insect species disappear,
And the government is so weak.

Every great northern defender,
Needs to join the fray,
Phil and Dazza do your stuff,
Keep this pest at bay.

Spread the word to your neighbours,
Get some spirit in your town,
Only love of your environment,
Can put this menace down.

Now Phil, you tell em in Gladstone,
And Dazza you mind Kakadu,
I’ll tell all the southerners,
Not to let the cane toads through.