G'Day all i have been reading this thread with much interest, I am a Bush poet and the drovers Dream is some thing i do in Poem form. In my wandering I came across this which i think is the original poem, Enjoy. Cheers Dave. A Drovers Dream. Mick Dolan 1895 One night when travelling sheep, all my mates they were asleep The stars and moon illumined the summer sky My eyes they'd hardly closed, in fact I must have dozed When a very strange procession passed me by First there came a kangaroo, with his swag of blankets blue A dingo likewise followed for a mate While a possum and a crow said, "Come on, we'd better go, And hurry up before it gets too late." The goanna and the snake and the adder wide awake Struck up "The Old Log Cabin in the Dell" Then a parrot green and blue sang, "A Doodle, Doodle, Doo" And a platypus clattered with the bells A fox he came along and he sang a comic song And the audience gave a hearty cheer Then a big white cockatoo and a brolga dressed in blue Sang some songs we hadn't heard for many a year. A pretty young Galah played upon a steel guitar With twenty magpies dancing all the while Some plovers flew around to investigate the sound And a frill-necked lizard listened with a smile. A little bower bird said he'd like to have a word And whistled off "When Coming Through the Rye" Then a great big eagle hawk let out an awful squawk, As he swooped down from his place up in the sky. Three frogs from out the swamp, where the atmosphere is damp Came creeping up and sat upon some stones They unrolled their little swags and took from out their bags The violin, the banjo and the bones The sweet young bandicoot played a tune upon his flute Three native bears came in and formed a ring The pelican and the crane, they came in from off the plain And amused the audience with the Highland Fling A porcupine came along and he sang a comic song And a wombat played upon a mandolin While an Emu standing near with his claw up to his ear Said it was the finest thing he'd ever seen. Then there came an awful crash as if creation had gone smash And waking found that I had been asleep For the Boss behind the cart awoke me with a start Shouting, "Murphy, where the dickens are the sheep?"
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