"When I was a kiddy and away out-back,"
Said the man with the salt-bush lingo.
"My dogs, two cattle-dogs, grey and black,
They gets fair on to the blinded track
Of a walloping great big dingo!
The savagest beast in all the pack -
Oh, he was the real old stingo!"
"They rounded him up till he climbs a tree
And of course he was mighty glad to."
"Hold on," says I, "for I never did see
A dingo yet as could climb a tree
And I've seen 'em run real bad, too!"
"You can say that beast can't climb a tree?
By the holy smoke he had to!"
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