TANGMALANGALOO

The bishop sat in lordly state and purple cap sublime,

And galvanized the old bush church at Confirmation time;

And all the kids were mustered up from fifty miles around,

With Sunday clothes, and staring eyes, and ignorance profound.

Now was it fate, or was it grace, whereby they yarded too

An overgrown two-storey lad from Tangmalangaloo?

A hefty son of virgin soil, where nature has her fling,