They climbed the trees . . . As w… The Glugs climbed trees in the da… When the oldes tree in the land to… Was a tender little seedling - Na… This climbing habit was old, so ol…

Lo, I listened to the bleating of… Squatters’ sheep And I sat me down and pondered lo… And a cloud of gloom came o’er me At the empty leagues before me

I ‘ad been bushed in city streets, Where the bricks and mortar grow. I ’ad worked me way through the no… ‘Oo’s landmarks I don’t know. There was faces, faces, driftin’ p…

Sometimes I risk a faltering step To meet these –steins, both Ein–… But hesitate and halt at last, Finding the works of each too vast For such a finite brain as mine.

‘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 ’…

What do you think I saw to-day wh… Blue Wrens and Yellow-tails danci… Bobbing here, and bowing there, go… And how I wished that you were th… But you were snug abed, my boy, bl…

Albert, King of the Belgians, Lived for his whole reign thro’ The father and friend of his peopl… Soldier and statesman, too. When his armies rode to the carnag…

She danced thro’ life as light as… The grace of Columbine, charm of… These, and that blithesome quality… With memory of her linger by us ye… A fairy, slipping thro’ a world ma…

Matriarchy’s coming fast, Matriarchy’s here! Man’s supremacy at last Finds the end is near. Since the days of troglodytes,

I happened in Gosh on an ancient… In the land of Glugs far, far awa… Where the skies are green and the… And the citizens rarely troubl’d t… Each had a vote; they were proud o…

So, they’ve struck their streak o’… An’ there’s more than one ole pal… But Ginger still takes nourishmen… An’ so ‘e sends the strength uv it… ’On the day we 'it the transport t…

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

Born to the sun and smiling skies, And bird-songs to the morning flun… To joyousness that never dies In hearts that stay for ever young ’Twas here, beneath the shining tr…

Not that I’d quarrel with the way They celebrates their hundredth ye… In town (said old Pete Parraday), But that don’t suit us bush blokes… So let bells ring and whistles bla…

Now Sym was a Glug; and ’tis ment… That the tale reads perfectly plai… In his veins ran blood of that stu… Of docile folk, who inhabit the pl… Called Gosh, sad Gosh, where the…