'the Wonga Pigeon' Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABABCDCCD EFEFGHGGH IJIJKLKKL| Men knew and loved my calling in old days | A |
| Days ere a bitter wisdom taught me fear | B |
| Trusting and unafraid I went my ways | A |
| By many a crude hut of the pioneer | B |
| Calling by paths where lonely axemen strode | C |
| By new cleared farmland yet to know the plough | D |
| Calling by deep sled track and bullock road | C |
| But where today man builds his last abode | C |
| Few hear my calling now | D |
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| Too trusting When they found my flesh was sweet | E |
| Was sweet and white and succulent withal | F |
| What mattered beauty I was good to eat | E |
| Then trust was my undoing and my call | F |
| A summons to men's hunger and the chase | G |
| A tame ignoble chase with me the prey | H |
| Till far into some secret forest place | G |
| I fled with that poor remant of my race | G |
| I hiding here today | H |
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| And only by lost paths o'ergrown with fern | I |
| By old abandoned tracks in scrubs remote | J |
| You may by chance around a sudden turn | I |
| Win some brief fleeting glance of my grey coat | J |
| Then with a swift wing clapping I am hence | K |
| Or crouching down ingenuously seek | L |
| To merge my colors with the brush wood dense | K |
| And trick the spoiler with the vain defence | K |
| Of earth's harried meek | L |
Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
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