With a sprig in my beak, I repeat… For a spot where a poor bird may r… While tumultuous man strives in va… That may build me a permanent nest… But I’m sick of this search. All…

Smith is a very stupid man; He lives next door to me; He has no settled scheme or plan Of domesticity. He does not own a gramophone,

‘Give us gardens!’ said the artist… ‘Blatant brick and soulless stone, Never built a noble city. Man lives not by bread alone, Beauty brings, for our enrichment,

He sat upon a fallen log And heaved a long, deep sigh. His gnarled hand fondling his old… As his gaze went to the sky. “There goes another pane,” said he

In every little country place, all… From ageing cradles of the race to… From the towns about the cities to… There dwells a man of all trades;… He’s dwelt there since the Lord k…

Hi, it’s a funny world! This mor… I saw red robin on the fence, an’… Red robin, he’s a perky chap, an’… ‘Dear, it’s a pity that poor Jenn… To talk like that about his wife!…

When first I found this forest pl… More years ago than I can tell, I met a man of alien race And came to know and like him well… A humble hawker, spare and tall,

Alfred Ebenezer Jackson was a ver… Who aspired to be a statesman, and… At a general election as the Cand… Sworn to tell the truth ungarbled,… Jackson had a firm conviction that…

A new chum went, to ease his care, A-many years ago, To loiter round Toolangi where The stately blue gums grow. No bushcraft had he for his quest,

I dance upon the wash-house roof, And fill my hair with straws, And from my fellows keep aloof. I’ll tell you why. because The glare in every eye I see,

On the road to Jericho Mark the stricken one, Moaning in his agony, Prone beneath the sun. Prone beneath the blazing sun,

I think a great deal too much fuss Has been aroused ‘mid all of us About this crude economist John T… And fellows of his kidney now, ’Mid people up in Sydney now,

You are much too big to dandle, And I will not leave the candle. Go to sleep. You are growing naughty, rather, And I’ll have to speak to father.

Say, ole lady, you did start sump’in’ when you began shootin’ off your mouth in the fillums. Here we was, sittin’ pretty, when Al had to go an’ hand you that sob-stuff an’ shoot up the ...