Works in the Herald 1933
THE LITTLE BLACK CORMORANT
By inlet and islet and wide river reaches,
By lake and lagoon I'm at home,
Yet oft' the far forests of blue-gum and beeches
About the broad ranges I roam,
"There's a strange, sombre bird with a hook in his beak."
'Tis the little black cormorant raiding your creek.
And woe to the fisher and woe to the fishes --
A gourmand I freely confess
When I come a-searching for succulent dishes,
Arrayed in my funeral dress,
Then the fishermen rave, and in anger they speak:
"There's a little black cormorant coming up creek!"
But I'm quick and I'm cunning, as many a greyling,
A blackfish, a trout or a bream
Has known to his sorrow when down I go sailing
To hunt him beneath the dark stream.
To my cavernous maw then they all come alike,
And 'tis death should the little black cormorant strike.
But I am an outlaw. I'm hunted and harried,
I'm banned from the havens of men.
And woe is to me if to long I have tarried --
A shot o'er the waters -- and then,
There is reason indeed for my funeral dress,
For, alas, here's a little black cormorant less1
Herald, 3 March 1933, p4