by Julia Griffin

“The tiny Queensland town of Cooladdi, population two, has a pub and a post office. It could be yours for $400,000: The new owner will serve as the Australian town’s postie, publican, cook and shopkeeper”
—The Guardian

Dance to Cooladdi, start a cool faddi,
Dance to Cooladdi, they need a hand!
Dance to Cooladdi, have you seen the addi?
Dance to Cooladdi, be a one-man band!

You shall be a posti, you’ll be grilling toasti,
Doing your utmosti, with a happy grin!
Though the town’s a ghosti, far from any coasti,
You shall be a hosti, pouring out the gin!

Dance to Cooladdi (train can’t be haddi),
Dance to Cooladdi (must go by land)!
Dance to Cooladdi, if you are maddi:
Spring for Cooladdi—just 400 grand!