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

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…

‘Country blokes is kind,’ he said, And sat upon his swag (I had no pipe tobacco, So he said he’d ‘risk a fag.’) ‘A country bloke’s my sort o’ blok…

A noble lesson this should teach, Dear children unto you. If other people’s goods you reach, Of rectitude ‘twill be a breach, Or parsons will your virtues preac…

The bad boy of Europe, He stands in dire disgrace, Crying too loud his innocence While guilt grins from his face. The gangster and the racketeer

Down by the slipralls stands our c… Chewing, chewing, chewing, She does not care what folks out t… In the great, big world are doing. She sees the small cloud-shadows p…

Now Percival Gregory Grandison-L… He came of a fine old stock. His sire was an eminent K.C.B, But Percival never appeared to be A chip off that shrewd old block.

They say the eagle is a bird That sees some splendid sights When he soars high into the sky Upon his dizzy flights: He sees the ground for miles aroun…

Let’s have a tiny little bush fire… It’s a cold, cold night tonight. We are sick of this long session Of the darkness of depression. And a fire would make things brigh…

Said old George Jones: 'All in a… ’Tis little time enough, and well… This youthful country proud among… Of progress wooed and won for prog… A splendid city shining by the sea

The heathen’s not efficient; He sits down in the sun And doesn’t care a tuppn’y dump When the day’s work’s begun. He works to eat and eats to live,

‘He’s blind,' we say. Then turn… Upon our way, again to view Familiar things - some prospect wi… Some olden scene for ever new. Heedless we pass along, and soon

Peace, perfect peace. . . . Come,… The danger zone is past; the gaunt… The bark of Scylla ceases on her… And grim Charybdis threatens us n… Respite, Nepenthe, leaning-posts…

My dear, I’m awful shorry ‘Bout gettin’ home sho late. I orra been in hoursh ago; But you know how I hate To biss a crit of micket