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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=455429" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Albert Down Under</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Albert were what you'd call “thwarted”. <br>He had long had an ambition, which... <br>Were to save up and go to Australia, <br>The saving up that were the hitch. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">He'd a red money box on the pot shelf, <br>A post office thing made of tin, <br>But with him and his Dad and the bread knife, <br>It never had anything in. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">He were properly held up for bobbins, <br>As the folk in the mill used to say, <br>Till he hit on a simple solution - <br>He'd go as a young stowaway. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">He studied the sailing lists daily, <br>And at last found a ship as would do. <br>“S.S. Tosser:, a freighter from Fleetwood, <br>Via Cape Horn to Wooloomooloo. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">He went off next evening to Fleetwood, <br>And found her there loaded and coaled, <br>Slipped over the side in the darkness, <br>And downstairs and into the hold. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The hold it were choked up with cargo, <br>He groped with his hands in the gloom, <br>Squeezed through bars of what felt like a grating, <br>And found he had plenty of room. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Some straw had been spilled in one corner,<br>He thankfully threw himself flat, <br>He thought he could hear someone breathing,<br>But he were too tired to fret about that. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">When he woke they were out in mid-ocean, <br>He turned and in light which were dim, <br>Looked straight in the eyes of a lion, <br>That were lying there looking at him. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">His heart came right up in his tonsils, <br>As he gazed at that big yellow face. <br>Then it smiled and they both said together, <br>“Well, isn't the world a small place?” </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The lion were none other than Wallace, <br>He were going to Sydney, too. <br>To fulfil a short starring engagement <br>In a cage at Taronga Park Zoo. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">As they talked they heard footsteps approaching, <br>“Someone comes” whispered Wallace, “Quick, hide”. <br>He opened his mouth to the fullest,<br>And Albert sprang nimbly inside. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Twere Captain on morning inspection, <br>When he saw Wallace shamming to doze, <br>He picked up a straw from his bedding, <br>And started to tickle his nose. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now Wallace could never stand tickling, <br>He let out a mumbling roar, <br>And before he could do owt about it, <br>He'd sneezed Albert out on the floor. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The Captain went white to the wattles, <br>He said, “I'm a son of a gun”. <br>He had heard of beasts bringing up children, <br>But were first time as he'd seen it done. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">He soon had the radio crackling, <br>And flashing the tale far and wide, <br>Of the lad who'd set out for Australia, <br>Stowed away in a lion's inside. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The quay it were jammed with reporters, <br>When they docked on Australian soil. <br>They didn't pretend to believe it, <br>But 'twere too good a story to spoil. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And Albert soon picked up the language, <br>When he first saw the size of the fruit, <br>There was no more “by gum” now or “Champion”,<br>It were “Whacko!”, “Too right!” and “You beaut!”. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">They gave him a wonderful fortnight, <br>Then from a subscription they made, <br>Sent him back as a “Parcel for Britain”, <br>Carriage forward, and all ex's paid!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Marriott+Edgar">Marriott Edgar</a><div class=q>
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He had long had an ambition, which... 
Were to save up and go to Australia, 
The saving up that were the hitch. 

He'd a red money box on the pot shelf, 
A post office thing made of tin, 
But with him a..."></div>
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