Boys and girls
All learned the words,
Never thinking,
Just by rote
Of repetition.
Poetry a chore,
And barely contemplated,
Then growing older, saw
Enduring charm of
Rhyme and rhythm,
Scenic ballads
Of Australia
Now recited with nostalgia.
Boys and girls
All learned the words,
Never thinking,
Just by rote
Of repetition.
Poetry a chore,
And barely contemplated,
Then growing older, saw
Enduring charm of
Rhyme and rhythm,
Scenic ballads
Of Australia
Now recited with nostalgia.