I guess you think you know this story.
You don't. The real one's much more gory.
Well, my daddy left home when I was three,
and he didn't leave much to Ma and me,
Once there was an elephant,
Who tried to use the telephant—
When once I wished to drink some gin
It said "You must not quaff".
"SISTER, sister, go to bed!
Go and rest your weary head."
It was the man from Ironbark who struck the Sydney town,
He wandered over street and park, he wandered up and down.
But please walk softly as you do.
Frogs dwell here and crickets too.
Everyone grumbled. The sky was grey.
We had nothing to do and nothing to say.
Mary stood in the kitchen
Baking a loaf of bread.
The sons of the Prophet are brave men and bold
And quite unaccustomed to fear,
The Camel's hump is an ugly lump
Which well you may see at the Zoo;
The Naming of Cats is a difficult matter,
It isn't just one of your holiday games;
A short direction
To avoid dejection,
A hippo sandwich is easy to make.
All you do is simply take
The lanky hank of a she in the inn over there Nearly killed me for asking the loan of a glass of beer:
Wee, sleeket, cowrin, tim'rous beastie, Oh, what a panic's in thy breastie!
Whosever room this is should be ashamed!
His underwear is hanging on the lamp.
He tried to spit out the truth;
Dry-mouthed at first,
One evening at dusk as Noah stood on his Ark, Putting green oil in starboard side lamp,
The rent man knocked.
He said, Howdy-do?
On the outer Barcoo where the churches are few,
And men of religion are scanty,
Once upon a midnight chilling, as I held my feet unwilling O'er a tub of scalding water, at a heat of ninety-four;
It was the Man from Waterloo,
When work in town was slack,
Knock knock!
Who's there?
From dusk to dawn, From town to town,
Dear Madam, you have seen this play; I never saw it till today.
'Twas Mulga Bill, from Eaglehawk, that caught the cycling craze;
He turned away the good old horse that served him many days;
There are too many kids in this tub
There are too many elbows to scrub
I have a Gumbie Cat in mind, her name is Jennyanydots; Her coat is of the tabby kind, with tiger stripes and leopard spots.
The day after Christmas, young Albert Were what's called, confined to his bed,
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