SCENE: On Monaro. @3Dramatis Personae@1 Shock-headed blackfellow, Boy (on a pony). Snowflakes are falling Gentle and slow, Youngster says, 'Frying Pan What makes it snow?' Frying Pan, confident, Makes the reply -- 'Shake 'im big flour bag Up in the sky!' 'What! when there's miles of it? Surely that's brag. Who is there strong enough Shake such a bag?' 'What parson tellin' you, Ole Mister Dodd, Tell you in Sunday-school? Big pfeller God! 'Him drive 'im bullock dray, Then thunder go; Him shake 'im flour bag -- Tumble down snow!' |