The March Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABB CDEE FCGG HHF II G JJK DDLM NOPP Q CC RRS T F UULM V II QQF WWFF| In early prehistoric days before the reign of Man | A |
| When neolithic Nature fashioned things upon a plan | A |
| That was large as it was rugged and in truth a trifle crude | B |
| There arose a dusky human who was positively rude | B |
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| Now this was in the days when lived the monster kangaroo | C |
| When the mammoth bunyip gambolled in the hills of Beetaloo | D |
| They'd owned the land for centuries and reckoned it their own | E |
| For might was right and such a thing as 'law' was quite unknown | E |
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| But this dusky old reformer in the ages long ago | F |
| One morning in the Eocene discovered how to 'throw' | C |
| He studied well and practised hard until he learned the art | G |
| Then having planned his Great Campaign went forth to make a start | G |
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| 'See here ' he said and hurled a piece of tertiary rock | H |
| That struck a Tory bunyip with a most unpleasant shock | H |
| 'See here my name is Progress and your methods are too slow | F |
| This land that you are fooling with must be cut up Now go ' | - |
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| They gazed at him in wonder then they slowly backed away | I |
| For 'throwing' things was novel in that neolithic day | I |
| 'Twas the prehistoric 'argument ' the first faint gleam of 'art ' | - |
| Yet those mammoths seemed to take it in exceedingly bad part | G |
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| Then a hoary ag d bunyip rose and spluttered loud and long | J |
| He said the balck man's arguments were very very wrong | J |
| 'You forget ' he said indignantly 'the land is ours by right | K |
| And to seek to wrest it from us would be well most impolite ' | - |
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| But the savage shook his woolly head and smiled a savage smile | D |
| And went on hurling prehistoric missiles all the while | D |
| Till the bunyip and the others couldn't bear the argument | L |
| And they said 'You are a Socialist ' But all the same they went | M |
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| Some centuries or maybe it was aeons later on | N |
| When the bunyip and the mammoth kangaroo had passed and gone | O |
| While the black man slowly profited by what his fathers saw | P |
| While he learned to fashion weapons and establish tribal law | P |
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| There came a band of pale faced men in ships from oversea | Q |
| Who viewed the land then shook their heads and sadly said 'Dear me ' | - |
| Then they landed with some rum and Bibles and a gun or two | C |
| And started out to 'civilize ' as whites are apt to do | C |
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| They interviewed the black man and remarked 'It's very sad | R |
| But the use you make of this great land is postively bad | R |
| Why you haven't got a sheep or cow about the blessed place | S |
| Considering the price of wool it's simply a disgrace ' | - |
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| Then they started with the Bibles and the rum also the guns | T |
| And some began to look for gold and others 'took up runs ' | - |
| For they said 'This land must be cut up it's simply useless so | F |
| Our name is Progress and you're out of date so you must go ' | - |
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| But the black was most indignant and he said it was a shame | U |
| For he'd been full and satisfied before the white man came | U |
| And he used that awful word 'Bowowgong ' in his argument | L |
| Which is native for 'A blanky Socialist ' And yet he went | M |
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| It's the same old 'march unceasing ' We are getting down the list | V |
| And yesterday's 'Reformer' is tomorrow's 'Monopolist ' | - |
| For Hist'ry will repeat itself in this annoying way | I |
| Who stood for 'Progress' yesterday is 'Retrograde' to day | I |
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| To day we view the land as did those men for oversea | Q |
| And like them slowly shake our heads and sadly say 'Dear me | Q |
| This land will have to be cut up your methods are too slow | F |
| Our name is Progress you are out of date so you must go ' | - |
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| They mutter Tory Platitudes and call the land their land | W |
| For like the bunyip and the black they do not understand | W |
| Like bunyip and like black they hark to days of long ago | F |
| And like them murmur 'Socialist ' But all the same they'll go | F |
Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
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