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C J Dennis - Another Fusion
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There`s been fierce argument of late
   In my vicinitee,
Between the Commonwealth and State,
   For I fell out with me.

I am a sturdy Federalist,
   A staunch Australian;
And I have waved an angry fist
  At me, the States` Rights man.

The argument began like this:
  I to myself one night
Remarked: "There`s something sore amiss
   That cries to be put right.

"This argument `twixt Commonwealth
   And State must cease, `tis plain.
`Tis interfering with my health
   And rending me in twain."

"Then, as a free," myself replied,
   "Elector of the State,
I hold my Rights can`t be denied,
   And I`ve been wronged of late.

"The Commonwealth`s extravagance" -
   "Hold on," I said, "hold on!
A fool could tell you at a glance
    Where all the money`s gone.

"Of late the States` expenditure
   Has risen high and higher."
"What rot," me thought. "That`s pretty pure!"
   Then shouted, "I`m a liar!"

I rose to smite the Fed`ralist
  And - what do you suppose? -
I found, with my avenging fist,
   The States` Rights person`s nose.

And yet, it did seem strange, because
   Though, truly, as I`ve said,
I hit the State elector, `twas
   The Federal nose that bled.


"See here," I said, "this game won`t do.
   We`ll have to stop and think.
There`s something wrong with me and you.
   Let`s go and have a drink."

We entered, without further hitch,
   A pub across the way,
And had a single drink, for which
   We both appeared to pay.

"Enough of this!" the States` man brayed.
   "You asked me over here
To have a drink, and when I`ve paid,
   You drink the bloomin` beer!"

"Nay," quoth the Fed`ralist, "I think
   You err. To me `tis clear
I paid the money for the drink,
   And you consumed the beer.

"I don`t know what you are to me,
   A foe, or friend, or brother.
To settle it I think I - we -
   YOU better have another."

We had another.   Then we sat
  Awhile, morose and mute;
Then drifted into friendly chat
   About our late dispute.

"I think I see a point we`ve missed,
   And that suggests a plan."
At length said I, the Fed`ralist,
   To Me, the States` Rights man.

"It may seem strange to you at first;
   We both wear one same hat,
We have one coat, one shirt, one thirst;
   Why should we stop at that?

"To buy two drinks to quench one thirst
   Is utterly absurd;
Unless, of course, you`re on a burst
   Or jag (excuse the word).

"But, since, we`re one in thirst and dress
   Why not be one in view?
I can`t see why we don`t possess
   But one opinion too.

"For I begin to think `tis true,
   Whatever else we be,
That while I`m virtually you
   You`re practically me.

"We`re both one man.  It`s all a fake!
   You`re me, and I am you;
Though politicians try to make
   Us think that we are two.

"And if a thing suits one it should,
   Quite clearly, suit the two.
And if this Federation`s good
  For me, it`s good for you.

"`Tis folly that we two should fight,
   And wrangle, and abuse;
So, seeing things in this new light,
   It`s up to us to fuse."

We fose forthwith, I`m pleased to say,
   We`re now a single man. 
And that man is, from now, alway,
   A good Austral-i-an.
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