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C J Dennis - Mugga Mugga
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            Candidly, I do not hug a
            Wish to go to Mugga Mugga;
To the Mugga Mugga Mountain by Yassberra`s desert place,
            Where they`re planning - more`s the pity -
            To erect Australia`s city,
To upraise a drouthy city - monument to our disgrace.


            `Tis proposed that we shall lug a
            Myriad pipes to Mugga Mugga -
Water-pipes to get the wetness to the city`s thirsty crowd
            Water to ablute and bathe in?
            Nay!  The language will be scathin`
When the Mugga mugs discover: "NOTICE - BATHING NOT ALLOWED."

            Wearily, with jar or jug, a
            Citizen at Mugga Mugga
Will await his turn for water - wait with bucket, billy-can,
            Kerosene-tin - any vessel
            That the Cotter`s muddy mess`ll
Safely keep in - 0, the weepin` of the Mugga Mugga man!

            I can see a future Mugga
            Resident arise and tug a
Show`r-bath chain without result, then curse aloud and thirst for blood -
            Curse the crawling Cotter trickle.
            For he will be in a pickle
When the Cotter isn`t cotting and Molongolo`s mostly mud.

            I`ve a yearn, within, to plug a
            Jaw whenever Mugga Mugga
Mountain`s mentioned in my hearing, for it makes me very sore.
            When I realise Dalgety
            Was thrown over for the petty
Claims of parish politicians I`m inclined to raze for gore.


            I`d rejoice if someone dug a
            Deep, wide grave at Mugga Mugga
And interred all Canberranters, minus service, sob or stone -
            All nefarious State-Frighters!
            Yassinine old nation-blighters!
Nay; I`d lug a Mugga-fighter there and plant him on my own!
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