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The Traveller

As I rode in to Burrumbeet,

I met a man with funny feet;

And, when I paused to ask him

His feet were strange, he rolled his

And said the rain would spoil the wheat;

So I rode on to Burrumbeet.

As I rode in to Beetaloo,

I met a man whose nose was blue;

And when I asked him how he gotA nose like that, he answered,

Do bullocks mean when they say 'Moo'?"So I rode on to Beetaloo.

As I rode in to Ballarat,

I met a man who wore no hat;

And, when I said he might take cold,

He cried, "The hills are quite as

As yonder plains, but not so flat."So I rode on to Ballarat.

As I rode in to Gundagai,

I met a man and passed him

Without a nod, without a word.

He turned, and said he'd never

Or seen a man so wise as I.

But I rode on to Gundagai.

As I rode homeward, full of doubt,

I met a stranger riding out:

A foolish man he seemed to me;

But, "Nay,

I am yourself," said he,"Just as you were when you rode out."So I rode homeward, free of doubt.

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C J Dennis

Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis, better known as C. J. Dennis, (7 September 1876 – 22 June 1938) was an Australian poet known for his h…

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