NOW, Yankee inventors can beat a retreat, <br />And German professors may take a back seat, <br />For their colours we’re going to lower: <br />They’ve invented a wonderful plough in the West, <br />The scientists call it “the latest and best”; <br />It ploughs, sows, and reaps without taking a rest, <br />And they drive it by kangaroo power. <br />Sing hey! <br />Sing ho! <br />Then it’s bully for kangaroo power! <br /> <br />O wondrous the changes our children shall meet, <br />For soon we may travel the principal street <br />In something far short of an hour. <br />The traffic shall flow without stoppage or jambs <br />And sharp little screeches and naughty big damns, <br />For soon all the hansoms and ’busses and trams <br />Shall travel by kangaroo power. <br />Sing hey! <br />Sing ho! <br />Then it’s bully for kangaroo power! <br /> <br />Advance, Young Australia, thy banner unfurled, <br />And jump through the years and astonish the world; <br />Thou art of all nations the flower. <br />And Bismarck with envy shall grind his old stumps, <br />And Yankee inventors shall sit in the dumps, <br />To see young Australia advancing by jumps, <br />When driven by kangaroo power. <br />Sing hey! <br />Sing ho! <br />Then it’s bully for kangaroo power!<br /><br />Henry Lawson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/kangaroo-power/
