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In Lady Lusher's drawing room where float the strains of Brahms	A
While cultured caterpillars chew the leaves of potted palms	A
In Lady Lusher's drawing room upon a summer's day	B
The democrats of Toorak met to pass an hour away	B
They hearkened to a long address by Grabbit M L C	C
While Senator O'Sweatem passed around the cakes and tea	C
And all the brains and beauty of the suburb gathered there	D
In Lady Lusher's drawing room Miss Fibwell in the chair	D
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With increasing interest	E
Ay all the fair and brave were there the fair in fetching hats	F
The brave in pale mauve pantaloons and shiny boots with spats	F
But pride of all that gathering a giant 'mid the rest	G
Was Mr Percy Puttipate in fancy socks and vest	G
Despite his bout of brain fag plainly showing in his eyes	H
Contracted while inventing something new in nobby ties	H
He braved the ills and draughts and chills damp tablecloths and mats	F
Of Lady Lusher's drawing room this prince of Democrats	F
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Resume the breeze	I
Upon a silken ottoman sat Willie Dawdlerich	J
Who spoke of democratic things to Mabel Bandersnitch	J
And likewise there on couch and chair with keen attentive ears	K
Sat many sons and daughters of our sturdy pioneers	K
Seed of our noble squatter lords those democrats of old	L
Who held of this fair land of ours as much as each can hold	L
Whose motto is and ever was despite the traitor's gab	M
'Australia for Australians as much as each can grab '	-
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In cultured tones	N
'Deah friends ' began Miss Fibwell 'you haw understand ouah league	O
Is formed to stand against that band of schemers who intrigue	O
That horrid band of Socialists who seek to wrest ouah raights	N
And with class legislation straive to plague ouah days and naights	N
They claim to be the workers of the land but Ai maintain	P
That tho' they stand for horny hands we represent the bwain	P
Are not bwain workers toilers too who labah without feah '	-
The fashioner of fancy ties 'Heah heah Quaite raight Heah heah '	-
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'They arrogate unto themselves the sacred name of Work	Q
But still Ai ask where is the task that we've been known to shirk	Q
We're toilahs ev'ry one of us altho' they claim we're not '	-
The toiler on the ottoman 'Bai jove I've heard thet rot '	-
'Moahovah friends to serve theah ends they're straiving maight and main	P
To drag down to theah level folk who work with mind and bwain	P
They claim we do not earn ouah share but Ai maintain we do '	-
The grafter in the fancy socks 'The'ah beastly rottahs too '	-
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With rising inflexion	P
'Yes friends they'll drag us down and down compelling us to live	R
Just laike themselves the selfish class on what they choose to give	S
Nay moah they'll make us weah theah clothes plain working clothes forsooth	T
Blue dungarees in place of these ' 'Mai Gahd Is this the trooth '	-
With fine dramatic force	N
A gurgling groan a sick'ning thud a flash of fancy socks	N
And Mr Percy Puttipate fell like a stricken ox	N
Crashed down through cakes and crockery and lay 'mid plate and spoon	P
In Lady Lusher's drawing room one summer afternoon	P
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With a rush of emotion	P
A scream from Mabel Bandersnitch pierced thro' the ev'ning calm	U
The cultured grubs alone unmoved still chewed the potted palm	U
Strong men turned white with sudden fright girls fell in faint and swoon	P
In Lady Lusher's drawing room that fateful afternoon	P
With tears in the voice	N
But Puttipate Ah what of him that noble Democrat	V
As he lay there with glassy stare upon the Persian mat	V
What recks he now for nobby ties and what for fancy socks	N
As he lies prone with cake and cream smeared on his sunny locks	N
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Mournfully	W
Good Mr Grabbit took his head O'Sweatem seized his feet	X
They bore him to an ambulance that waited in the street	X
Poor Mabel Bandersnitch sobbed loud on Dawdlerich's vest	G
A pall of woefell over all Miss Fibwell and the rest	G
A mournful gloom o'erspread the room as shades of ev'ning fell	W
And one by one they left the place till none was left to tell	W
The tale of that dire tragedy that wrecked the summer calm	U
Except the apathetic grubs who went on eating palm	U
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Suggestive pause then with fresh interest	E
There still be men low common men who sneer at Toorak's ways	N
And e'en upon poor Puttipate bestow but grudging praise	N
But when you hear the vulgar sneer of some low Labor bore	Y
With fine dramatic intensity	C
Point to that pallid patriot on Lady Lusher's floor	Y
Point to that daring Democrat that hero of Toorak	Q
Who lifeless lay that fateful day upon his noble back	Q
Point to that hero stricken down for our great Party's sake	Q
His sunny locks his fiery socks o'er smeared with cream and cake	Q
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In scathing tones	N
Then lash with scorn the base poltoon who sullies his fair fame	Z
Who moved by fear attempts to smear the lustre of that name	Z
Great Puttipate The Democrat Who perished all too soon	P
In Lady Lusher's drawing room one summer afternoon	P

Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis

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