But we, who have rambled the gullies along
Bedecked in soft colours Australian,
We laugh them to scorn as we read the old phrase—
We’ve laughed, since, at many another—
And bless in our hearts in a chorus of praise
The face of our happy young mother.
| [6] | No apology is needed for using this name to replace White-shouldered Caterpillar. |
WHEN THE CIRCUS CAME TO TOWN
When the circus came to town
With its coaches and four, and its steeds galore,