In Possum Land the nights are fair, <br />The streams are fresh and clear; <br />No dust is in the moonlit air; <br />No traffic jars the ear. <br /> <br />With Possums gambolling overhead, <br />'Neath western stars so grand, <br />Ah! would that we could make our bed <br />Tonight in Possum Land.<br /><br />Henry Lawson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/in-possum-land/
