Hauled I was from out the tip Fritz made with his demonstration, All broke up, a fractured hip In me Darby Kell a rip Settn' up a cool sensation Like excessive ventilation ...
We are wondering why those fellows who are writing cheerful ditties Of the rosy times out droving, and the dust and death of cities, Do not leave the dreary office, ask a drover for a billet,...
There's a sudden, fierce clang of the knocker, then the sound of a voice in the shaft, Shrieking words that drum hard on the centres, and the braceman goes suddenly daft:...
I see thee still in doublet wide, And hose well kept, a world too slack, So long and lean thou wert allied, It struck me, with that curious back, The Zoo giraffe. Thy brow was black,...