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!”
(Andrew Barton Paterson)
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