Well (said the small, meek man) we… In this sad world, for these are s… And men pin hopes to methods new a… And see lost happiness thro’ alter… And I, who many a bitter cup have…

Righto! I’ll give the game a go. They say I should be circumspect;… I’ll bang The cows in slang . .

O, Cohen, hear our song of sentim… Withdraw thy sordid thoughts from… And, for, the sake of Empire, gen… Lend us a million quid. If England’s great Financial Hou…

I seldom get to hatin’ men, nor ha… To me, it just a foolish game to p… But it kills the hard thought in y… To see the man you hated once a ma… We’d had a meetin’ at the mill; th…

I got the oil: too right. A cove… Yes; ole Bill Shane. You’ve ‘ea… Big racin’ 'ead. There’s no need… The things he don’t know about a '… Good ole Bill Shane. They say h…

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…

When artists wore a flowing mane, Then, in a sentimental vein, With pastorals they lured the eye, Or sad, sweet scenes of sea and sk… But now that hair sprouts from the…

For some, it was the last sun that… For many, their last glimpse of fe… A splendid sun, dipping, reluctant… Into blue water west of Mudros Ba… And they - new burnished coin to s…

Mr Trim, commercial traveller, is… ‘Our Mr Trim,’ you know, debonair… Landed here this morning on the te… Can’t you hear him laughing there,… A bland man, a breezy man, a man t…

The success of the Scout movement… Great and important people, these Important far beyond our ken Who mark with adult sophistries Their serious air of sober men,

Oh, how I hate these chills, thes… Bleak blasts and breezes; Abominate the ‘flu,’ the fierce ’… All inappropriate sneezes; How I detest th’ uneasy, wheezy c…

I love all gum-trees well. But,… I love the tough old warriors that… About these lawns, to make a great… And guard, like sentries, this exo… Of shrub and fern and flower.

Golden bird whose golden voice, When the summer days wax long Cheery optimist from choice Bids the feathered world rejoice With full many a varied song

I’m sittin’ 'ere, Mick - sittin’… Feelin’ ‘arf glum, ’arf sorter - r… Thinkin’ strange, crooked thorts o… ’The 'eads is bowed thro’ all a co… An’ wond’rin - wond’rin 'in a kind…

I suspect the Kookaburra, For his methods are not thorough In his highly-praised campaign aga… And the small birds, one and all, Curse him for a cannibal