But, why a picnic, Jane? We went… And missed the Cup; and you know… Because we lost - Oh! yes, you di… I had the tip, but I was not beli… It’s just sheer nonsense to deny i…

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…

Jones is a man exceeding meek And henpecked, so his neighbours s… Who, one glad evening every week, Sought sanctuary in his queer way. At his suburban picture show

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 –

Big Doc. Littlejohn, and ugly man… He wasn’t very graceful, no part o… Big, frame, big head, huge hands,… But gentle as a woman’s as he stoo… His great voice muted and the jaw…

Oh, this is the week when no rhyms… On the joy of the bush or the ills… Nor pour out his soul in delectabl… Of women and wine and the lure the… Nor pen philosophic if foolish dis…

With a sprig in my beak, I repeat… For a spot where a poor bird may r… While tumultuous man strives in va… That may build me a permanent nest… But I’m sick of this search. All…

I’d like to be a sailor - a sailor… Calling out, ‘Ship ahoy!’ in manl… I’d learn to box the compass, and… I’d sniff and snifff the briny bre… Perhaps I’d chew tobacco, or an o…

Ladies and gentlemen: I take this… To introduce myself and mention th… essentially an agricultural commun… Altho’ in our metropolitan centres… Most of us, directly or indirectly…

In olden days the Old White Hors… Stood brave against the sky; And ne’er a teamster shaped his co… To pass the good inn by. Far shone its lights o’ winter nig…

When I look into the looking glas… I’m always sure to see - No matter how I dodge about - Me, looking out at me. I often wonder as I look,

Young man about to marry, Don’t hesitate, I pray; No need for you to tarry If you can only stay. So let it be your prayer

’Tis morn. An individualistic cock Proclaims the fact. The dissipated cat sneaks home for… ’Tis time to get up and act!

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

‘Dreamin’?' I sez to Digger Smit… ‘Buck up, ole sport, an’ smile. Ain’t there enough uv joy to-day To drive the bogey man away An’ make reel things worth while?