Clatters and crunches came from crawler tracks As West Otago stalwarts saw nothing lacks At an attempt at a record to work in one place Self-laying tracks in numbers from Cletrac to Case.
The day dawned fine as we left Wyndham town And headed north to Tapanui way up on the downs Where a westerly wind blew strong on the ridge But at the venue it could hardly move one midge.
We parked the car and then we did spy Hundreds of crawlers and a helicopter in the sky. They all were marshaled in models and makes As we wondered the number a record will take.
A big army gun went off with a bang And some engines screamed while others just sang As all moved along dragging a leaf from a harrow Some large, some small, some wide some narrow.
In numbers the Inter’s formed a large patch of red And Caterpillars as many but yellow instead Then Ford added a number in usual blue With Allis in orange adding a rainbow hue
Green could be seen in Fowler and Oliver With some machines so big we hardly saw all of her Like a digger mounted with a circular saw For cutting the tree tops high above ground floor.
The army had half-tracks and Bren gun carriers And the post and wire fences would hardly be barriers If the bulldozers and diggers had wished to break loose From the designated pattern that held like a noose.
There were many more makes like David Brown That came from afar and from our Wyndham town And as they circled and smoked it banged again That large canon that stopped both machine and men.
At 503 we sure hoped we had enough To make a record in the Guinness book stuff But if not we still had a beaut day At the crawler meet out Tapanui way.
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