Works in the Herald 1931
All year thro' old Yarra flows
   Ever seaward going,
With her air of prim repose,
What she thinks of, goodness knows!
   But she keeps on flowing
Till, one day in each drab year,
Lo! a miracle is here.

Then old Yarra so precise, Trim and very proper; Scorning all the sane advice Of the scrupulously nice, Comes a social cropper; Flinging sober thought away Mother Yarra has her day.
As the wattle in the Spring Breaks to efflorescence, With a sudden burgeoning, So old Yarra has her fling, Aping adolescence; Gets quite glad and gay and bright For a day and half a night.
Colors sparkle in the sun Shouts of careless laughter Tell of unrestricted fun Till the carnival is done. If remorse comes after I am not prepared to say - Mother Yarra had her day!

Herald, 28 November 1931, p6

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