Joe, the Think-Trunk spokesman continues:
Now settle down you Eucalypts; and listen up again;
your Think Trunk is so ripper, there'll be no need to complain.
We ain't just gonna specialize in being inflammatory,
'cause serious fire resistance is the flip side of our story.
We'll pack our little tackers up in rock hard pods;
through firestorm's passing glory gonna beat the odds:
pod-bay doors will trigger after heats suffice;
drop them plump into the carbon of our sacrifice.
But it's not 'suck it up comrades, for your team has conquered'
Tackers have the ash bed, mates, but, bugger, we are stonkered!'
No. We're gonna have these ligno-tubers under the soil
with food for shoots down there with roots. Ain't that good oil?
So when the fire's well over our burned bark will fuzz up green
red-ends going like a boomer all our branches to redeem;
'cause we're gonna stuff these epicormic buds in our trunks;
we're gonna be sprouters! Ain't these bonzer think-trunk thunks?
I'm telling all you eucalypt beauts, now that should do the trick!
We're tall poppy bontanicals! It's London to a brick!
(And a special for you, blue-gum. Your bark is gonna photosynthesize.
Try that for size.)
