C J Dennis

Little Tommy Tadpole began to weep and wail,    For little Tommy Tadpole had lost his little tail;
And his mother didn't know him as he wept upon a log,    For he wasn't Tommy Tadpole, but Mr
Thomas Frog

Wot price ole Ginger Mick
'E's done a break -  Gone to the flamin' war to stoush the foe
Wus it fer glory, or a woman's sake
Ar, arst me somethin' easy

Wot's in a name
— she sez

Now,
Ma-til-der
Ain't cher dressed yet
I declare, the girl ain't up

Flippity-flop
Flippity-flop
Here comes the butcher to bring us a chop   Cantering, cantering down the wide street   On his little bay mare with the funny white feet;
Cantering, cantering out to the farm,

Fellers of Australier,  Blokes an' coves an' coots,
Shift yer —- carcases,  Move yer —- boots
Gird yer —- loins up,  Get yer —- gun,
Set the —- enermy  An' watch the blighters run

'Twas a long bush night; and the old hut light Shone out thro' the open
To flood the knees of the great bush trees And the scrub that grew before
And, as I dreamed where the firelight gleamed, And watched the long hours lag,
Came th...

Once a little sugar ant made up his mind to roam-To far away far away, far away from home
He had eaten all his breakfast, and he had his ma's
To see what he should chance to see and here's the way he
Up and down a fern frond, round ...

In our street, the main street  Running thro' the town,
You see a lot of busy folk  Going up and down:
Bag men and basket men,  Men with loads of hay,
Buying things and selling things  And carting things away

A vase upon the mantelpiece,   A ship upon the sea,
A goat upon a mountain-top   Are much the same to me;
But when you mention melon jam,   Or picnics by the creek,
Or apple pies, or pantomimes,   I love to hear you speak