A Change Of Menu Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABABCD EFEFGG HIHIJJ GKGKLL GMGMNN OPOPQQ LOLOQQ| Now the new chum loaded his three nought three | A |
| It's a small bore gun but his hopes were big | B |
| I am fed to the teeth with old ewe said he | A |
| And I might be able to shoot a pig | B |
| And he trusted more to his nose than ear | C |
| To give him warning when pigs were near | D |
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| Out of his lair in the lignum dark | E |
| Where the wild duck nests and the bilbie digs | F |
| With a whoof and a snort and a kind of bark | E |
| There rose the father of all the pigs | F |
| And a tiger would have walked wide of him | G |
| As he stropped his tusks on a leaning limb | G |
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| Then the new chum's three nought three gave tongue | H |
| Like a popgun fired in an opera bouffe | I |
| But a pig that was old when the world was young | H |
| Is near as possible bullet proof | I |
| The more you shoot him the less he dies | J |
| Unless you catch him between the eyes | J |
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| So the new chum saw it was up to him | G |
| To become extinct if he stopped to shoot | K |
| So he made a leap for a gidgee limb | G |
| While the tusker narrowly missed his boot | K |
| Then he found a fork where he swayed in air | L |
| As he gripped the boughs like a native bear | L |
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| The pig sat silent and gaunt and grim | G |
| To wait and wait till his foe should fall | M |
| For night and day were the same to him | G |
| And home was any old place at all | M |
| I must wait said he till this sportsman drops | N |
| I could use his boots for a pair of strops | N |
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| The crows that watch from the distant blue | O |
| Came down to see what it all might mean | P |
| An eaglehawk and a cockatoo | O |
| Bestowed their patronage on the scene | P |
| Till a far off boundary rider said | Q |
| I must have a look there is something dead | Q |
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| Now the new chum sits at his Christmas fare | L |
| Of a dried up chop from a tough old ewe | O |
| Says he It's better than native bear | L |
| And nearly as tender as kangaroo | O |
| An emu's egg I can masticate | Q |
| But pork says he is the thing I hate | Q |
Banjo Paterson
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