Oh, we might have a marvellous cit… Were we only less keen on cash Less avid for things - more’s the… That fade and are gone in a flash, A city where duffers in my line

There’s a looper caterpillar in my… There are weevils weaving strands… There are throngs of thieving thri… On my seedlings and my slips, And the hoppers hop around my holl…

O, fellow Australians, listen, at… We must cease our contemptuous swe… And cursing and sneering at Bull’… For our attitude’s too overbearing… It is perfectly right we should ke…

Ah, prithee friend, if thou has ou… Of love and kind regard for me Tell not you bore the stories drol… That yesternight I told to thee. Nor tell him stories of thine own,

Mrs Munn, the midwife - Mother M… Wallowed in the world’s woes; sick… She spared no grisly detail as she… When - 'Me an’ Doctor Littlejohn… For - 'Me an’ Doctor Littlejohn…

How many have you broken up till n… I know that yesterday you made a v… And most solemnly ’twas spoken; But how many have you broken? Oh, you kept 'em for an hour or tw…

Thunder? Why, no. Some static,… A far, faint rumble and a glimmeri… This, and no more, John, have we… We watchers in the dark politic ni… Now we are waiting, John. With e…

‘Er pore dear Par.’ she sez, 'e k… An’ then she weeps an’ stares ‘ard… ’Twas thro’ ‘is death,’ she sez, ‘… To this,’ she sez . . . An’ then… ‘Er par,’ she sez, ‘me poor late ’…

I’m sittin’ 'ere, Mick - sittin’… Feelin’ ‘arf glum, ’arf sorter - r… Thinkin’ strange, crooked thorts o… ’The 'eads is bowed thro’ all a co… An’ wond’rin - wond’rin 'in a kind…

He prospered in an olden day When down the rutted waggon track, Thro’ scenes that seem a world awa… His bullocks lumbered forth and ba… A tall old man, deep voiced, erect

Once a little sugar ant made up hi… To fare away far away, far away fr… He had eaten all his breakfast, an… To see what he should chance to se… Up and down a fern frond, round an…

Jist ‘ere it gripped me, on a sudd… I wus diggin’ in the garden, talki… When it got me good an’ solid, an’… An’ curses soft down in me neck, a… Then, when I tries to straighten…

Surely must you know me, Friendly and content; All my actions show me Freely confident; With my band of toilers,

Contributions are invited to this… They must not be too solemn. And, say: They Must not be TOO gay?

Hoping you will not deem it rude, I’d like to call an interlude In our remarkable array Of leading statesmen of the day, And introduce to you forthwith