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Crow I detest the Carrion Crow! (He’s a raven, don’t you know?) He’s a greedy glutton, also, and a… And his sanctimonious caw
Now is the season of Carnival. Who’s for the sunlit course? Who’s for the beat of galloping fe… And the day and the way of the hor… Who joins the dance, tho’ Lady Ch…
The thrush is in the wattle tree,… He’s callin’ to his little wife fo… He’s wantin’ all the bush to know… He sings it over fifty times, an’… For it’s Mornin’! Mornin’! The w…
Tho’ I own I have no adequate pro… Of this queer tale of the quaint o… The Goophs who dwelt in the land… Still, I think it’s a credible ta… When applied to Goophs; tho’ it’s…
The quiet country doctors Of many a country town, Whose lives are spent to service b… With scant hope of renown Those sturdy country doctors,
Say, ole lady, you did start sump’in’ when you began shootin’ off your mouth in the fillums. Here we was, sittin’ pretty, when Al had to go an’ hand you that sob-stuff an’ shoot up the ...
Old Pete Paraday, his mind works… But, when it fastens on a thoughts… He measures it and mumbles it unti… Just as he mumbles bits and scraps… ‘I likes to think a bit,’ says he.…
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…
Mr Blenkinsop and I Are much concerned to learn That, somewhere in the further sky… A frightful heat-belt lurks on hig… Where torrid ethers burn.
When dandelions star the fields Another alien singer, I, Nursed upon England’s flowery wea… Seeking no tithe of treasured yiel… dropp sudden from a summer sky
We have heard it. Oft we heard i… In whatever fields we practise, ar… Ever praise for the performance, s… From who would extol the action ye… Thus, in painting, think how often…
Mister Chairman;– er– ah - when We right-thinking business men Are treated with much scant– um– e… I say the time has come For us to– er– ah– um –
Knockin’ about (said Benny, the T… By the Rocks an’ Woolloomooloo, Oh, I was a low-brow, right enoug… And a bit of a bounder, too. Kickin’ about with me larrikin ban…
Trouble brews along the border for… That blokes an’ coves an’ coots mu… Out about the long dry stages Where the willie-willie rages Strange sounds are issuing from le…
There’s a bleak, black world witho… And the rain falls fast; And the wind, with a whine and a s… Blows buffeting past To wail thro’ the tortured trees,