It is said that the City Council yesterday adopted a procrastinating resoluton regarding the million pound anti-dust scheme.
As I'm moochin' around this world of ours; As I'm moochin' along the street, A man like me ain't over-free With the many blokes I meet; An' I'd like to walk right on -- not talk, But say this must I must -- When I sees a bloke that's like to choke -- "Can you keep down the dust?" So, we wander into some haunt of sin -- As wowsers call such places -- And then say this, "Two small ones, Miss." And pour them in our faces. And though you blame this silly game -- As blame such things you must -- You've got to own, in Melbourne town We must keep down the dust. So, as I mooch about the town And see the fellows dodging To place where, I dare to swear, They don't seek board and lodging: And when, each day, I hear them say, "Another would not hurt you." I merely smile, and think the while "This is true civic virtue."
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