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!”