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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=343918" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Ballad of Ducks</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The railway rattled and roared and swung <br>With jolting and bumping trucks. <br>The sun, like a billiard red ball, hung <br>In the Western sky: and the tireless tongue <br>Of the wild-eyed man in the corner told <br>This terrible tale of the days of old, <br>And the party that ought to have kept the ducks. <br>&quot;Well, it ain't all joy bein' on the land <br>With an overdraft that'd knock you flat; <br>And the rabbits have pretty well took command; <br>But the hardest thing for a man to stand <br>Is the feller who says 'Well I told you so! <br>You should ha' done this way, don't you know!' -- <br>I could lay a bait for a man like that. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;The grasshoppers struck us in ninety-one <br>And what they leave -- well, it ain't de luxe. <br>But a growlin' fault-findin' son of a gun <br>Who'd lent some money to stock our run -- <br>I said they'd eaten what grass we had -- <br>Says he, 'Your management's very bad; <br>You had a right to have kept some ducks!' </div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;To have kept some ducks! And the place was white! <br>Wherever you went you had to tread <br>On grasshoppers guzzlin' day and night; <br>And then with a swoosh they rose in flight, <br>If you didn't look out for yourself they'd fly <br>Like bullets into your open eye <br>And knock it out of the back of your head. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;There isn't a turkey or goose or swan, <br>Or a duck that quacks, or a hen that clucks, <br>Can make a difference on a run <br>When a grasshopper plague has once begun; <br>'If you'd finance us,' I says, 'I'd buy <br>Ten thousand emus and have a try; <br>The job,' I says, 'is too big for ducks! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;'You must fetch a duck when you come to stay; <br>A great big duck -- a Muscovy toff -- <br>Ready and fit,' I says, 'for the fray; <br>And if the grasshoppers come our way <br>You turn your duck into the lucerne patch, <br>And I'd be ready to make a match <br>That the grasshoppers eat his feathers off!&quot; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;He came to visit us by and by, <br>And it just so happened one day in spring <br>A kind of cloud came over the sky -- <br>A wall of grasshoppers nine miles high, <br>And nine miles thick, and nine hundred wide, <br>Flyin' in regiments, side by side, <br>And eatin' up every living thing. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;All day long, like a shower of rain, <br>You'd hear 'em smackin' against the wall, <br>Tap, tap, tap, on the window pane, <br>And they'd rise and jump at the house again <br>Till their crippled carcasses piled outside. <br>But what did it matter if thousands died -- <br>A million wouldn't be missed at all. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;We were drinkin' grasshoppers -- so to speak -- <br>Till we skimmed their carcasses off the spring; <br>And they fell so thick in the station creek <br>They choked the waterholes all the week. <br>There was scarcely room for a trout to rise, <br>And they'd only take artificial flies -- <br>They got so sick of the real thing. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;An Arctic snowstorm was beat to rags <br>When the hoppers rose for their morning flight <br>With the flapping noise like a million flags: <br>And the kitchen chimney was stuffed with bags <br>For they'd fall right into the fire, and fry <br>Till the cook sat down and began to cry -- <br>And never a duck or fowl in sight. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;We strolled across to the railroad track -- <br>Under a cover beneath some trucks, <br>I sees a feather and hears a quack; <br>I stoops and I pulls the tarpaulin back -- <br>Every duck in the place was there, <br>No good to them was the open air. <br>'Mister,' I says, 'There's your blanky ducks!'&quot;</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Andrew+Barton+Paterson">Andrew Barton Paterson</a><div class=q>
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With jolting and bumping trucks. 
The sun, like a billiard red ball, hung 
In the Western sky: and the tireless tongue 
Of the wild-eyed man in the corner told 
This terrible tale of the days of old, 
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