Johnny’s drowned – here’s his clo’es
Where he’s got to, we dunno;
Sure enough, he never rose;
So we thought we’d let you know.
Gosh! the fright has knocked us flat –
Here’s his shirt, an’ here’s his hat.
Never seen him since he plopp’d,
Jist a’side the big red-gum;
So, thinks we, poor Johnny’s copp’d –
All so suddent! – ain’t it rum?
Must be snagg’d among the roots –
Here’s his pants, an’ socks, an’ boots.
Simplest thing you ever seen –
Only just a common swim –
Cripes! it might as ready been
Me or Bill in place o’ him!
Try to snake him out, I s’pose?
Anyway, we fetch’d his clo’es.
(Joseph Furphy)
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