Asking Too Much

You can't expect it! Goodness me!
'Twould be a dreadful policy!
What sort of Ministerial dunce
Would try to do two things at once?

How can they deal with city needs,
While Bungalong or Rooville pleads,
For culverts, and Wow-wow grows sick
Through want of bridges o'er its "crick?"

The logic of the thing's so plain:
To legislate on tram and train
Can't dig a single, blighted spud
Or help one milker chew her cud.

Then what's the use? One might say more:
What are our legislators for?
Such vaunted measures as Defence
Won't build a single dog-leg fence.

Your splendid dreams of nationhood
Don't do the cocky any good.
Besides, there's something more than that,
They're apt to interfere with Fat!