Shock-headed blackfellow, <br />Boy (on a pony). <br />Snowflakes are falling <br />Gentle and slow, <br />Youngster says, "Frying Pan <br />What makes it snow?" <br /> <br />Frying Pan, confident, <br />Makes the reply -- <br />"Shake 'im big flour bag <br />Up in the sky!" <br /> <br />"What! when there's miles of it? <br />Surely that's brag. <br />Who is there strong enough <br />Shake such a bag?" <br /> <br />"What parson tellin' you, <br />Ole Mister Dodd, <br />Tell you in Sunday-School? <br />Big pfeller God! <br /> <br />"Him drive 'im bullock dray, <br />Then thunder go; <br />Him shake 'im flour bag -- <br />Tumble down snow!"<br /><br />Andrew Barton Paterson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/frying-pan-s-theology/
