So noble whiskers dignify the face."

Prayers and entreaties to remove the whiskers being of no avail,
Bunyip decided to leave home without more ado. The trouble was
that he couldn't make up his mind whether to be a Traveller or a
Swagman. You can't go about the world being nothing, but if you
are a traveller you have to carry a bag, while if you are a
swagman you have to carry a swag, and the question is:
Which is the heavier?

At length he decided to put the matter before Egbert Rumpus Bumpus,
the poet, and ask his advice. He found Egbert busy writing poems
on a slate. He was so busy that he only had time to sing out,

"Don't interrupt the poet, friend,
Until his poem's at an end,"

and went on writing harder than ever. He wrote all down one side
of the slate and all up the other, and then remarked,

"As there's no time to finish that,
The time has come to have our chat.
Be quick, my friend, your business state
Before I take another slate."

"The fact is," said Bunyip, "I have decided to see the world,
and I cannot make up my mind whether to be a Traveller or a
Swagman. Which would you advise?"

Then said the Poet--