The spot chosen by the "Advisory Board" for Australia's Federal City is described as being somewhere near the Mugga Mugga Mountain. The water supply is doubtful.

            Candidly, I do not hug a
            Wish to go to Mugga Mugga;
To the Mugga Mugga Mountain by Yassberra's desert place,
            Where they're planning - more's the pity -
            To erect Australia's city,
To upraise a drouthy city - monument to our disgrace.


            'Tis proposed that we shall lug a
            Myriad pipes to Mugga Mugga -
Water-pipes to get the wetness to the city's thirsty crowd
            Water to ablute and bathe in?
            Nay!  The language will be scathin'
When the Mugga mugs discover: "NOTICE - BATHING NOT ALLOWED."


            Wearily, with jar or jug, a
            Citizen at Mugga Mugga
Will await his turn for water - wait with bucket, billy-can,
            Kerosene-tin - any vessel
            That the Cotter's muddy mess'll
Safely keep in - 0, the weepin' of the Mugga Mugga man!


            I can see a future Mugga
            Resident arise and tug a
Show'r-bath chain without result, then curse aloud and thirst for blood -
            Curse the crawling Cotter trickle.
            For he will be in a pickle
When the Cotter isn't cotting and Molongolo's mostly mud.


            I've a yearn, within, to plug a
            Jaw whenever Mugga Mugga
Mountain's mentioned in my hearing, for it makes me very sore.
            When I realise Dalgety
            Was thrown over for the petty
Claims of parish politicians I'm inclined to raze for gore.


            I'd rejoice if someone dug a
            Deep, wide grave at Mugga Mugga
And interred all Canberranters, minus service, sob or stone -
            All nefarious State-Frighters!
            Yassinine old nation-blighters!
Nay; I'd lug a Mugga-fighter there and plant him on my own!

"Den"
The Bulletin, 15 July 1909, p20