SCENE: On Monaro.
    Dramatis Personae
Shock-headed blackfellow,
    Boy (on a pony).

Snowflakes are falling
    So gentle and slow,
Youngster says, “Frying Pan,
    What makes it snow?”

Frying Pan confident
    Makes the reply—
“Shake ’im big flour bag
    Up in the sky!”

“What! when there’s miles of it!
    Surely that’s brag.
Who is there strong enough
    Shake such a bag?”

“What parson tellin’ you,
    Ole Mister Dodd,
Tell you in Sunday-school?
    Big pfeller God!

“Him drive ’im bullock dray,
    Then thunder go,
Him shake ’im flour bag—
    Tumble down snow!”