"When I was a kiddy and away out-back," Said the man with the salt-bush lingo. "My dogs, two cattle-dogs, grey and black, They gets fair on to the blinded track Of a walloping great big dingo! The savagest beast in all the pack - Oh, he was the real old stingo!"
"They rounded him up till he climbs a tree And of course he was mighty glad to." "Hold on," says I, "for I never did see A dingo yet as could climb a tree And I've seen 'em run real bad, too!" "You can say that beast can't climb a tree? By the holy smoke he had to!"
"W. T. Goodge"
Bulletin, 4 February 1899, p14