E'en though they fill your waste baskets
Full of poems on sweet spring?
TASMANIA
[To the air of "Here We Go Round the Mulberry Bush."]
To Tasmania, we will go, we will go, we will go,
And there we will not see much snow, see much snow, see much snow.
To Tasmania we will sail, we will sail, we will sail
And catch a kangaroo's big tail, his big tail, his big tail.