Marsupial Bill Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
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IT was the time when geese despond | B |
And turkeys make their wills | C |
The time when Christians to a man | D |
Forgive each other's bills | C |
It was the time when Christmas glee | E |
The heart of childhood fills | C |
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Alas that when the changing year | F |
Brings round the blessed day | B |
The hearts of little Queensland boys | G |
Wax keen to hunt and slay | B |
As if the chime of Christmas time | H |
Were but a call to prey | B |
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Alas that when our dwellings teem | I |
With comfits and with toys | G |
When bat and ball and wicket call | J |
To yet sublimer joys | G |
Whatever can't be caught and killed | B |
Is stale to certain boys | G |
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Strange that with such instructive things | K |
From which to pick and choose | L |
With moral books and puzzle maps | M |
That teach while they amuse | L |
Some boys can find no pleasure save | N |
In killing kangaroos | L |
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Where Quart Pot Creek to Severn's stream | I |
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Its mighty tribute rolls | O |
There stands a town the happiest town | P |
I think betwixt the poles | O |
And all around is holy ground | B |
In fact it's full of holes | O |
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And there or thereabouts there dwelt | B |
Still dwells for aught I know | Q |
A little boy whose moral tone | R |
Was lamentably low | Q |
A shocking scamp with just a speck | S |
Of good in embryo | Q |
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His name was Bill To wallabies | T |
He bore an evil will | U |
All things that hop on hinder legs | V |
His function was to kill | U |
And from his show of scalps he won | W |
The name Marsupial Bill | U |
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His face and form were pinched and lean | X |
And dim his youthful eye | Y |
'Tis well that growing Queensland boys | G |
Should know the reason why | Y |
My little lads 'twas all along | Z |
Of smoking on the sly | Y |
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Through this was William small and lean | X |
Through this his eye was dim | A2 |
Nor biceps rose on nerveless arm | B2 |
Nor calf on nether limb | A2 |
Ye growing boys and hobbledehoys | G |
Be warned by me and him | A2 |
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His elevated shoulders stood | B |
But little way apart | B |
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His elbow joints Oh poor avail | C2 |
Of mere descriptive art | B |
I would I had an artist man | D |
To show them William's carte | B |
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And should you ask how such a one | W |
A mighty hunter grew | D2 |
So many flying does outsped | B |
So many boomers slow | Q |
Bill owned a canine mate to which | E2 |
His victories were due | B |
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A brute so complex that he set | B |
The fancy all agog | F2 |
Of breed that ne'er found name in ex | G |
hibition catalogue | G2 |
Oh would I had an artist man | D |
To show them William's dog | G2 |
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On Christmas eve at set of sun | W |
A hollow tree he sought | B |
A match a scratch a puff and Bill | U |
Was lost in smoke and thought | B |
And all his battles o'er again | H2 |
In fervid fancy fought | B |
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No ha'penny thing no penny thing | I2 |
No thing of common clay | B |
Such brilliant memories evoked | B |
With hopes as bright as they | B |
It was his father's Sunday pipe | J2 |
That Bill had stolen away | B |
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For many a time and oft had he | E |
Admired the wondrous bowl | K2 |
The stem the mouthpiece and the tout | B |
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Ensemble of the whole | K2 |
Until desire of it had grown | R |
A portion of his soul | K2 |
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Until desire o'ergrew the fear | F |
Of kick or cuff or stripe | J2 |
That eve when Bill stepped forth from home | L2 |
The guilty scheme was ripe | J2 |
His right hand trouser leg concealed | B |
His father's Sunday pipe | J2 |
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And now within a heaven of smoke | M2 |
Against the tree he leant | B |
The while the mellow influence | G |
Through all his vitals went | B |
And for the first time in his life | N2 |
He knew what meerschaum meant | B |
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So subtly stole the influence | G |
His inmost being through | B |
He did not mark the sudden bark | O2 |
That signalled kangaroo | B |
Nor noted that his constant mate | B |
Had vanished from his view | B |
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His mind and eye were on the pipe | J2 |
And he had just begun | W |
To count how many scalps would go | Q |
To purchase such a one | W |
When turning round his head he saw | G |
Against the setting sun | W |
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A Boomer and as when the waves | G |
Close o'er a drowning head | B |
Sudden the whole forgotten past | B |
Before the soul lies spread | B |
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And all the charge sheet of a life | N2 |
In one brief glance is read | B |
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Ev'n so in instant tumult thronged | B |
About his wildered mind | B |
A thousand shapes of wounded things | G |
Of every size and kind | B |
And some were scalped and some were maimed | B |
And some were docked behind | B |
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The kangaroo the wallaroo | B |
The wallaby was there | B |
The 'possum jabbered in its fright | B |
Sore wept the native bear | B |
The stricken paddamelon moaned | B |
Its ineffectual prayer | B |
The battered 'guana fixed on him | A2 |
Its dull remonstrant stare | B |
While tail less lizards swarmed and crawled | B |
About him everywhere | B |
And limbless frogs denounced him with | P2 |
The croaking of despair | B |
And tortured bats with ghostly wings | G |
Clung to his stiffened hair | B |
But suddenly the vision passed | B |
And Bill became aware | B |
That he was in the Boomer's arms | G |
And bounding through the air | B |
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Hop hop they went o'er broken wilds | G |
Where stacked in many a mound | B |
The hoards of clay embedded ore | B |
Rose grimly all around | B |
Unheeding miners' rights they jumped | B |
A claim at every bound | B |
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Then on o'er wastes so very bare | B |
That even stripping ceased | B |
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And as they neared the hill countrie | B |
The frightful pace increased | B |
Nor granite slope nor timbered ridge | Q2 |
Told on the tireless beast | B |
The sun went down the full orbed moon | R2 |
Came swimming up the East | B |
Nor yet the old man slackened speed | B |
Nor yet his prey released | B |
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Still on and on till from a cliff | S2 |
A sentry challenged near | B |
Though what the challenge or reply | Y |
No mortal man may hear | B |
We only know that for a sign | T2 |
Each drooped his dexter ear | B |
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Whate'er it meant the old man checked | B |
His onward course thereat | B |
Dropped Bill and dragged him by the wrists | G |
A cross a wooded flat | B |
To where the KANGAROO GEMOT | B |
In full assembly sat | B |
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Ringed by the fathers of the tribe | U2 |
Surrounded yet alone | R |
The Bossaroo superbly posed | B |
Upon a granite throne | R |
A very old old man who had | B |
Four generations known | R |
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Upon his mournful eye the woes | G |
Of all his race were writ | B |
Yet age and sorrow had not dimmed | B |
His majesty a whit | B |
And oh his metatarsal bones | G |
Displayed the real grit | B |
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Nor unattended sat the sires | G |
Behind them crouched their mates | G |
Nor kangaroos alone composed | B |
The Congress of the States | G |
But all proscribed marsupial breeds | G |
Had sent their delegates | G |
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Lo at a signal from the boss | G |
The serried ring gave way | B |
And through an opening in the throng | Z |
The captor dragged his prey | B |
Bowed to the chair then called to aid | B |
A strapping M L A | V2 |
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And thus betwixt a double guard | B |
The prisoner found his place | G |
And all around were wrathful eyes | G |
Without a gleam of grace | G |
One wild concatenated scowl | W2 |
Was focussed in his face | G |
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Now hitherto poor Bill had been | X2 |
As dumb as dumb could be | E |
But at that pandemoniac scowl | W2 |
His struggling tongue got free | E |
He lifted up his voice and cried | B |
Oh please it wasn't me | E |
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A tumult rose but with a sign | T2 |
The boss the riot checked | B |
Then cleared his throat and bade the guard | B |
The prisoner's clothes inspect | B |
Ay ay Sir came the prompt reply | Y |
Or words to that effect | B |
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They spake the language that was heard | B |
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While yet the world was young | Y2 |
And he who knows it knows all speech | Z2 |
That out of it hath sprung | Y2 |
With compliments to Dr Hearn | A3 |
It was the Aryan tongue | Y2 |
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And should you ask how Bill was up | B3 |
To every word they said | B |
And how such antiquated lore | B |
Had got into his head | B |
'Twas his pre natal memory | E |
That served him in such stead | B |
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They searched the prisoner's clothes and first | B |
They brought the pipe to view | B |
For though it is a mystery | E |
To me as well as you | B |
It is a solemn fact that Bill | U |
Had stuck to it all through | B |
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Then one by one his poor effects | G |
Were collared by his guards | G |
Peach stones fig chew a catapult | B |
A greasy pack of cards | G |
A half cut cake of cavendish | C3 |
Prime quality Gaujard's | G |
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But when from out a leathern sheath | D3 |
A blood stained knife they drew | B |
All round the court from hand to hand | B |
They passed it in review | B |
Each sniffed the blade in turn and each | Z2 |
In turn said Kangaroo | B |
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And last a printed document | B |
Their simple souls perplexed | B |
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Each eyed the paper learnedly | U |
And passed it to the next | B |
But not an Aryan of them all | U |
Could even guess the text | B |
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At length they summoned to their aid | B |
An old and learn d clerk | E3 |
Who as tradition told had been | X2 |
With Noah in | X2 |
James Brunton Stephens
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