C J Dennis

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

Hey, there
Hoop-la
the circus is in town
Have you seen the elephant

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,

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 ...

What do you think I saw to-day when I arose at dawn
Blue Wrens and Yellow-tails dancing on the lawn
Bobbing here, and bowing there, gossiping away,
And how I wished that you were there to see the merry play

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

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

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

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

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's in a name
— she sez

'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...