This is the mouth-filling song of the race that was run by a Boomer. <br />Run in a single burst--only event of its kind-- <br />Started by Big God Nqong from Warrigaborrigarooma, <br />Old Man Kangaroo first, Yellow-Dog Dingo behind. <br /> <br />Kangaroo bounded away, his back-legs working like pistons-- <br />Bounded from morning till dark, twenty-five feet at a bound. <br />Yellow-Dog Dingo lay like a yellow cloud in the distance-- <br />Much too busy to bark. My! but they covered the ground! <br /> <br />Nobody knows where they went, or followed the track that they flew in, <br />For that Continent hadn't been given a name. <br />They ran thirty degrees from Torres Straits to Leeuwin <br />(Look at the Atlas, please then they ran back as they came. <br /> <br />S'posing you could trot from Adelaide to the Pacific <br />For an afternoon's run -- half what these gentlemen did-- <br />You would feel rather hot, but your legs would develop terrific, <br />Yes, my importunate son, you'd be a Marvellous Kid!<br /><br />Rudyard Kipling<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-sing-song-of-old-man-kangaroo/
