There’s a little spark and a wisp… By the road where the tall gums ar… And a mile away a care-free bloke Speeds onward in his car. No thought of evil mars his day,

Now, 'ere’s my tip Fer the Fusion ship, An’ I tells it straight an’ squar… I’m a rare old tar As nigh an’ far

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.

Sir, - I try to do my duty as a p… With sane views about the science… And I’d ask the promulgators of e… To consider man’s interior economy… I shall not go into details. But…

Ar, these is 'appy days! An’ 'ow… Flown like the smoke of some incha… Since dear Doreen, the sweetest t… Passed me the jolt that made me sk… An’ ev’ry golding day floats o’er…

Little Miss Muffet Sat at a buffet Willing the time away. When there came a big cider And sat down beside her . . .

‘When I was young,’ said old Geor… (And rumbling from his bearded lip… His deep voice boomed in measured… Them airyplanes an’ motor-ships Was never knowed in that far day.

The Censor sits behind his desk, And smiles a censored smile; His great, blue pencil hovers o’er Some masterpiece awhile, Then swoops - oh, child of whose p…

When the scheming Fusion few Sought to snare the Lib’ral crew, It was plain for all to view That they wobbled. And when later in the day

Fierce on the wheat-sown Mallee p… The ruthless summer suns burned do… And dust-storms, heralding the rai… Swept thro’ the street and on agai… While tradesfolk cursed in the old…

Where the sunlight, burning down, Lights her luscious orange groves, Lights the river and the town; Where the placid Murray roves; Where each shining summer gives

Nay, why do foolish politicians st… To win a fleeting popularity? In vain, in vain, they jealously c… To turn the doting Public Eye fro… What was this land, this nation, d…

There was never a hint, when I wa… That the joy of the wilds might br… Never a thought that a wild thing… Might wake in the slayer pain for… We were savages all, with the hunt…

Now, I always have preserved a ce… Quite definite in reference to Wo… ('Tis futility concealing That I have the Weary Feeling And tendency perennial to shirk)

Son of our King: When yoemen sail… From Britain to expand her sway, The coward from High venture quai… The weakling sank beside the way. None save the strong in that far d…