Sisters! I’ve thought o’er this until my br… Are you, indeed, such valiant resi… Of all the charm, the grace, the n… Of that strange creature who’s con…

‘Gentle brother, answer truly, Tell what you be. But, I pray, tax not unduly Your sagacitee. Is your brand u-ni-fi-cation

When your dose is code as barble, Ad you sduffle all the day, Ad your head id is behavig Id a bost unbleased way; When your ev’ry joid is achig

Brothers, have you observed the ca… Even the leaves of that symbolic p… That denotes peace, political and… By the faintest breath of controve… Is heard,

I said goodbye to the bees last F… To blooms, and to things like thes… Was shouting loud from the hills,… His gossamer net that fills frail… So I said goodbye to the bees; fo…

Now the Wobble went out on the ro… With a dry dog trotting along by i… Went over the sea - and I vow rig… That the Wobble went out with its… As ever the views of a Wobble cou…

Golden bird whose golden voice, When the summer days wax long Cheery optimist from choice Bids the feathered world rejoice With full many a varied song

When I look into the looking glas… I’m always sure to see - No matter how I dodge about - Me, looking out at me. I often wonder as I look,

Why, 'ow’s she goin’, Bill, ole s… I thort I knoo your dile! My oath! You look the proper sor… That khaki soots your style. I never 'eard you’d joined, yeh kn…

‘This Cen-TEEN-ary,’ sez ‘e Sez I, ’You’ll pardon me.’ (Perlite, like that, first off, an… ‘You’ll pardon me, I’m sure,’ I sez: 'but, speakin’ pure,

An 'Ode to the Moon’ did he indit… With his two-and-half soul-power. ('Twas the child of a starlit summ… Begot by a gloomy hour.) And he vowed it was a work immense…

Fierce on the wheat-sown Mallee p… The ruthless summer suns burned do… And dust-storms, heralding the rai… Swept thro’ the street and on agai… While tradesfolk cursed in the old…

There’s been fierce argument of la… In my vicinitee, Between the Commonwealth and Stat… For I fell out with me. I am a sturdy Federalist,

In olden days the Old White Hors… Stood brave against the sky; And ne’er a teamster shaped his co… To pass the good inn by. Far shone its lights o’ winter nig…

Righto! I’ll give the game a go. They say I should be circumspect;… I’ll bang The cows in slang . .