Classic and Contemporary Poetry
HOW HARRY KILLED THE SNAKE, by CECIL JAMES KELLY First Line: You've heard the tales of droving Last Line: When harry killed the snake. Subject(s): Animals; Death; Snakes; Dead, The; Serpents; Vipers | ||||||||
YOU'VE heard the tales of droving From the Gulf and Willeroo, The feats of mountain horsemen, And the Balooners of Paroo; But if you care to listen A story I'll relate, Of the doings on that station When Harry killed a snake. The morning broke fine and clear Out on a Kimberley run, And the blacks around the homestead Had their morning work begun; Harryhe was toiling Down in the smithy's shed When a boy we shall call Nugget Just chanced to raise his head. He quickly dropped his spanner, And with a yell of "Snake!" Gave one bound and cleared the anvil With old Harry in his wake; Nugget led him past the grindstone, For he was travelling at a rate, But Harry quickly passed him, And Nugget yelled out "Wait!" Then, when he chanced to slacken, And have a glance around, He was just a hundred yards Then the smithy's shop he found; Slowly back he made his way, And glancing at the ceiling He spied a six-foot snake Along the rafter stealing. Then quickly dashing out again He called for some hot water; All the blacks from near and far Were gathered for the slaughter; The water very quickly came, And Harry prepared to chuck it, When all the nigs let out a yell, Then Harry dropped the bucket. And out the shop they quickly dashed, With squeals, and yells, and laughter, While all the time the blessed snake Went slithering round the rafter; Then dashing up again he cried, "Fetch me the bloomin' rifle, And the killing of this wretched snake Will only be a trifle." Then up spoke old Nugget With a grin from ear to ear, "No more shoot 'im, 'Arry, More better you usem spear. Poke it longa 'im bingie, Stick 'im alla same pin, But suppose you shootum You make big hole longa tin." Then Harry called for the ladder, And placing it against the wall Quickly did more dashing For fear the snake would fall. Now, who was to climb that ladder, Who was to spear that snake? But all around was silence, And no one a move did make. The boss's wife had just arrived, And glancing quickly round Said, "Why not climb that ladder, Harry, You can't spear him from the ground." "No, thank you, Missus," Harry cried, "I am no dashing hero; When there's blanky snakes around, My shares they fall to zero." "Then let me at him," the Missus cried, "I'll climb that blessed ladder, Here, Mabel, hold my baby, While I kill this flamin' adder." Then quickly dashing up again, Poor Harry yelled out "Stop! For if anything should happen, Just think of the wrath of Pop." Then back again the Missus took Young Danny from her daughter, While Harry let out another yell To bring some more hot water; Then he grabbed the bucket, And threw itoh so nice, But almost hipped himself When getting round the vice. Now, the snake had got its issue From Harry's water spout, And came tumbling down from the rafters With its innards hanging out; Then, as he hit the flooring, The Missus banged him on the head With a double-ended spanner; But the blessed snake was dead. Now, when you hear them spouting In camps and hotel bars, Or when they start romancing Beneath the western stars, Just spring this little story, And it is sure to take If you tell them of the time When Harry killed the snake. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE IMAGINED COPPERHEAD by ANDREW HUDGINS TO THE SNAKE by DENISE LEVERTOV FIVE ACCOUNTS OF A MONOGAMOUS MAN by WILLIAM MEREDITH TANKA DIARY (8) by HARRYETTE MULLEN SNAKE WOMAN by MARGARET ATWOOD A PORTRAIT OF MY ROOF by JAMES GALVIN |
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