A fool and a bag in a belt of scru… Cloudless skies and the still hot… And the countryside’s in a mad hub… Terror is here and the world’s abl… Five thousand sheep went West tod…

Here in my garden at the long day’… I sing again her Majesty the Rose… The Rose who can with magic most… Bring worshippers again about her… Forsaking other loves, who, thro’…

Now Mr. Jeremiah Bane He owned a warehouse in The Lane, An edifice of goodly size, Where, with keen private enterpris… He sold imported napery

He lived in Mundaloo, and Bill M… But folks that knew him well had l… For he some’ow lost his surname, a… He was called 'The Silent Member… He could talk on any subject—from…

There is a flutter in the trees, And now a sudden, dread unease Stills all the bushland melodies Amid the gums; Stills now the song of wren and th…

‘Mornin’,' I sez to ‘im, Gloomy, ’e seemed to be. Glum an’ unsociable. Comes in th… ‘Mornin’,' I sez to ‘im. ’E don’t say anythin’.

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…

‘It’s the dummy wot done it,' said… ‘As a child I was out o’ luck. A kid in me pram, that’s wot I am When they gimme the thing to suck. An’ I took to it good, for I like…

Kilmore cares not who comes nigh. But, with a calm, incurious eye, She sees the swift cars speeding b… Then turns again to labor. She is content to plod along.

There’s a moral in this: tho’ I o… Of moral and maxim in season and o… Grows stale; yet these days of dep… Demand any means to put worry to r… So in that menagerie now populated

Kids! Hundreds of ‘em for the farmer! K… Thousands of ’em for the country!… Bids Loud for England’s surplus youngs…

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…

‘Mother, may I go in to swim?’ ‘My dear, you didn’t oughter. I’ve heard of baths filled to the… With something more than water.’ ‘Mother, I want to learn to swim.…

Dark lady of the laggard dawn, Hiding within her gully deep; Long have night’s curtains been wi… Before her earliest sun-shaft’s pe… And, long before the sun sinks dow…

They fights their fights and they… As they did before the white man c… Far in the unexplored Outback, Where still Australia’s mostly bl… They little know of white men’s la…