THE WEATHER PROPHET by A.B. "Banjo" Paterson

"'Ow can it rain," the old man said,  "with thngs the way they are?
You've got to learn off ant and bee, and jackass and galah;
And no man never saw it rain, for fifty years at least,
Not when the blessed parakeets are flyin' to the east!"

The weeks went by, the squatter wrote to tell his bank the news. "It's still as dry as dust," he said, "I'm feeding all the ewes; The overdraft would sink a ship, but make your mind at rest, It's all right now, the parakeets are flyin' to the west".

Written 4 April 1930

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