Ow! Wow! Wow! (Funeral note sustained by flutes,… short-legged, large-headed dog in… Ow! Wow! We are the people who make the row…

By gar! I tell-a you, t’ings don’… Since da war he come wit’ a rush, When Nicko, da boss at da fry-fis… He sack-a Black Sam, da slush. I tella you how Nick t’row Sam ou…

Here’s a ridiculous riddle for you… How many o’s are there in Woolloo… Two for the W, two for the m, Four for the l’s, and that’s plent…

Be-wigged and gowned, the Speaker… And his frown was ill to see. ‘Oddsfish!’ he spake, ‘Do I mista… Stands ’And’ where 'Or’ should be… Be such the case, this land’s disg…

The bushmen call me ‘Cranky Fan,’ Because my strange erratic flight Seems to uncomprehending man Sign of a wit not over-bright; But nimble wit and nimble wing

So ends a life, lived to the full… Thro’ peace, thro’ war, thro’ hono… From youth unto the closing of his… Lived simply. Yet a giant among… Today steals quietly to seek his r…

I’m a business man; and I can’t s… For this fluting and fussing and f… The song of my cousin may be subli… But I never have found it filling… So I run and I dig and I dig and…

Listen, Elaine. Tho’ I’m not ma… I like a little flutter now and th… But I maintain you would not be d… The family, or look like some old… If you just wore - Now, just a mi…

I’d like to be a postman, and walk… Calling out, ‘Good Morning, Sir,… Ringing every door-bell all along… In my cap and uniform so very nice… Perhaps I’d have a parasol in cas…

Have you heard the magniloquent, e… The yogi of Yarra, whose silvery… In days of his promise won many vo… When loud in the land was the prai… And he magnetised all with his vig…

Not in our public parks, for priva… This centuries-old precursor of al… That lured babes in old Italy and… To plague for pence their medieval… Not for the modern child: this cru…

With the advent of the Autumn Trees behave as Nature taught 'em… Maple, Sumach, Plum and Poplar,… Ere they shed the Summer fashion, Break into a perfect passion

Becos a crook done in a prince, an… An’ struck a light that set the wo… Becos the bugles East an’ West so… A bloke called Ginger Mick ‘as fo… Found 'is game an’ found ‘is broth…

Our baker, Mr Brackenby, toiler i… Was a lean, tall, glum man whose f… A brooding man ’twas said of him,… For a grunt of recognition and a r… Were all he granted any who came s…

I honour all trees well; but, best… I love those scarred old veterans,… Gazing from eminences, kingly wise… Across great sweeps of changing ea… Gazing with seeming scorn upon the…