---

C J Dennis - The Land Down-Under
Work rating: Low

At Slumberton-on-Slow,
   When the rustics gather round
To quaff their ale, they hear a tale
   That wakens doubt profound --
A wild, wild tale that comes by mail
   From Gaffer Gandy`s Joe,
Who left his home long since to roam
   In the land of the light pink snow.

And the talk goes to and fro:
   "Be goom, laad, that be rich!
Pink snow, he said; an` the rain be red,
   But swans be black as pitch!
A great lad for romance
   Be Gaffer Gandy`s Joe.
Ho, the kangaroo have pockets too!
   In the land of the pale pink snow."

At Slumberton-on-Slow
   They yarn in the inn`s tapp-room:
"Worms, Joe do write, they be a sight,
   An` six foot long.  Be goom!
Birds, he do say, laughs loud all day,
   And the cherry stones do grow
Outside the skin, an` not within,
   In the land of the pale pink snow.

"The lizards shed their tails,
   An` the trees they sheds their bark,
But keeps their leaves while winter grieves --
   (Did e`er `ee hear sick tork?)
The squirrels they fly by night from high,
    Says Gaffer Gandy`s Joe.
An` the fish have legs, an` the beasts lays eggs
   In the land of the pale pink snow."
Source
The script ran 0.001 seconds.