Bounded from morning till dark,

    ty-five feet to a bound.

    Yellow-Dog Dingo lay

    Like a yelloance--

    Mucoo busy to bark.

    My! but the ground!

    Nobody knows w,

    Or follorack t they flew in,

    For t Continent

    been given a name.

    ty degrees,

    From torres Straits to the Leeuwin

    (Look at tlas, please),

    And they came.

    Sposing you could trot

    From Adelaide to the Pacific,

    For an afternoons run

    tlemen did

    You ,

    But your legs errific--

    Yes, my importunate son, Youd be a Marvellous Kid!