Out of great wisdom, long stored u… I would write me a rune of the Me… Out of experience, grave and gay, I would raise me a rhyme to the ga… With words of wisdom then let us b…

The ole train puffs in once a day On the ole Gunn’s Gully line; In a lazy, leisurely kind o’ way She comes in, wet or fine. Nobody wants her, nobody needs her…

‘I should go mad,’ he said, 'in su… The lack of company, the lonelines… Nothing but trees to stare you in… Nothing to do; no life; no pep; no… I’d die of melancholy.' I said ‘Y…

He was a man of the union clan And a Labor secre-tary. He fell unwell and beneath the spe… Of a little nurse named Mary. Now, Mary was no little lamb,

This is the listening week of the… Listening-in. A-cock and alert is the national e… Listening-in. All over the land in the country t…

Not for vague honors, not for trea… He lived and toiled thro’ this, hi… But to uphold and cultivate the do… God-given, for enlightment of man, Here was no tale of talents mis-ap…

‘Sure thing,’ said the grocer; ‘as… This horse, Peter Pan, is the saf… ‘I see by the paper,’ commanded th… ‘He’s tipped and he carries my who… The butcher said, 'Well, now, it’…

Government muddles, departments da… Fear and confusion wherever he gaz… Order insulted, authority spurned, Dread and distraction wherever he… Oh, the great King Splosh was a s…

In the old town traditions - as gr… One epic tale immortalises Lah-di… Clerk to a local wheat-buyer in th… Some deemed him just a ‘masher,’ b… With his waxed moustache, his mono…

He was a Glug of simple charm; He wished no living creature harm. His kindly smile like sunlight fel… On all about, and wished them well… Yet, 'spite the cheerful soul of…

Old Pete Parraday, he isn’t very… Or so the local gossips say - The… His crazy views and values, and th… ‘Better had he saved his money,’ s… ‘And not become a pensioner with a…

I don’t know what’s come to the su… In these dull and decadent years; But a fellow grows glummer and glu… As promise of autumn appears; For there’s not been a sign of a w…

Far in the forest depths I dwell, The master mimic of them all, To pour from out my secret dell Echo of many a bushland call, That over all the forest spills;

The ways of the learned to me are… And professors and such amaze me. I know, without trying, the thing… Tho’ I doubt if for that they’ll… They want to discover why whales a…

Wot’s in a name?—she sez . . . An… An’ clasps ‘er little ’ands, an’ r… ’A rose,' she sez, 'be any other n… Would smell the same. Oh, w’erefore art you Romeo, youn…