The Land Down-Under by C.J. Dennis

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Owing to the presence in the upper air of microscopic dust blown from remote northern deserts, snow that fell at Mount Hotham and elsewhere recently was light pink in color.  This report, together with tales of our red rain, black swans, walking fishes and egg-laying, duck-billed platypusses, may well cause wonder amongst simple folk in older lands.

At Slumberton-on-Slow,
   When the rustics gather round
To quaff their ale, they hear a tale
   That wakens doubt profound --
A wild, wild tale that comes by mail
   From Gaffer Gandy's Joe,
Who left his home long since to roam
   In the land of the light pink snow.

And the talk goes to and fro:
   "Be goom, laad, that be rich!
Pink snow, he said; an' the rain be red,
   But swans be black as pitch!
A greaat laad for romance
   Be Gaffer Gandy's Joe.
Ho, the kangaroo have pockets too!
   In the land of the pale pink snow."

At Slumberton-on-Slow
   They yarn in the inn's tapp-room:
"Worms, Joe do write, they be a sight,
   An' six foot long.  Be goom!
Birds, he do say, laughs loud all day,
   And the cherry stones do grow
Outside the skin, an' not within,
   In the land of the pale pink snow.

"The lizards shed their tails,
   An' the trees they sheds their bark,
But keeps their leaves while winter grieves --
   (Did e'er 'ee hear sick tork?)
The squirrels they fly by night from high,
    Says Gaffer Gandy's Joe.
An' the fish have legs, an' the beasts lays eggs
   In the land of the pale pink snow."

First published in The Herald, 26 July 1935

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