Saltbush Bill, J. P. by A. B. (Andrew Barton) Paterson
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page 94 of 111 (84%)
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If you didn't look out for yourself they'd fly
Like bullets into your open eye And knock it out of the back of your head. "There isn't a turkey or goose or swan, Or a duck that quacks, or a hen that clucks, Can make a difference on a run When a grasshopper plague has once begun; `If you'd finance us,' I says, `I'd buy Ten thousand emus and have a try; The job,' I says, `is too big for ducks! "`You must fetch a duck when you come to stay; A great big duck -- a Muscovy toff -- Ready and fit,' I says, `for the fray; And if the grasshoppers come our way You turn your duck into the lucerne patch, And I'd be ready to make a match That the grasshoppers eats his feathers off!' "He came to visit us by and by, And it just so happened one day in Spring A kind of a cloud came over the sky -- A wall of grasshoppers nine miles high, And nine miles thick, and nine hundred wide, Flyin' in regiments, side by side, And eatin' up every living thing. "All day long, like a shower of rain, You'd hear 'em smackin' against the wall, |
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