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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=343923" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Change of Menu</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now the new chum loaded his three-nought-three, <br>It's a small-bore gun, but his hopes were big. <br>"I am fed to the teeth with old ewe," said he, <br>"And I might be able to shoot a pig." <br>And he trusted more to his nose than ear <br>To give him warning when pigs were near. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Out of his lair in the lignum dark. <br>Where the wild duck nests and the bilbie digs, <br>With a whoof and a snort and a kind of bark <br>There rose the father of all the pigs: <br>And a tiger would have walked wide of him <br>As he stropped his tusks on a leaning limb. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then the new chum's three-nought-three gave tongue <br>Like a popgun fired in an opera bouffe: <br>But a pig that was old when the world was young <br>Is near as possible bullet-proof. <br>(The more you shoot him the less he dies, <br>Unless you catch him between the eyes.) </div><div style="margin:10px 0">So the new chum saw it was up to him <br>To become extinct if he stopped to shoot; <br>So he made a leap for a gidgee limb <br>While the tusker narrowly missed his boot. <br>Then he found a fork, where he swayed in air <br>As he gripped the boughs like a native bear. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The pig sat silent and gaunt and grim <br>To wait and wait till his foe should fall: <br>For night and day were the same to him, <br>And home was any old place at all. <br>"I must wait," said he, "till this sportsman drops; <br>I could use his boots for a pair of strops." </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The crows that watch from the distant blue <br>Came down to see what it all might mean; <br>An eaglehawk and a cockatoo <br>Bestowed their patronage on the scene. <br>Till a far-off boundary rider said <br>"I must have a look -- there is something dead." </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now the new chum sits at his Christmas fare <br>Of a dried-up chop from a tough old ewe. <br>Says he, "It's better than native bear <br>And nearly as tender as kangaroo. <br>An emu's egg I can masticate, <br>But pork," says he, "is the thing I hate."</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> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=343923" data-title="A Change of Menu de Andrew Barton Paterson" data-description="Now the new chum loaded his three-nought-three, It's a small-bore gun, but his hopes were big. "I am fed to the teeth with old ewe," said he, "And I might be able to shoot a pig." And he trusted more to his nose than ear T..."></div> </div> </div>
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