| The town councillors of Tomerong. They are some brainy men, To have them in such a place as that It is a mortal sin. They should be in Parliament, Where they would get good pay; Bruce’d have some trusty men To send to Ottoway.
You’d search the whole wide world And you’d never meet such duds, They’re only interested In the cattle and the spuds. For to hear them debatin’ It is a proper treat, You’d think they were the only ones To put Australia on her feet.
The road into the Basin Is in a shocking state. A warning to all travellers Before it is to late: If you get there with your car And it truly starts to rain, The only way you can get out Is by an aeroplane.
The Engineer the other day Down to the Basin went, Got bogged up to the axels And his mudguards badly bent. The muddy scenes around he viewed (Choice language sure did float about), Then requisitioned a bullock team To try and pull him out.
Now safe upon the Prince’s Highway, ”Oh, no, no, no!” said he; ” When next I to the Basin go I’ll sail around by sea. Geo. Basin is a pretty place, And a pleasant place to view, But there’s no one interested there But Mansfield and his crew
The Shire Clerk is not to mean, He’s one of the De Groots, He often gives a man a job, And sometimes a pair of boots. But sure, if I only had my way, Then sad would be their fate, For in the best of my opinion The lot is OUT-OF-DATE.
Noham C.M.J.M
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